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Time is not real it's a construct of man forget how you feel blindly follow their plan they came up with time to feel in control little did we know it'd swallow us whole the time is now we are all slaves as we all bow will we ever be saved? we follow all these time based routines as if we were sheep I think it's time for change but the clock says "it's time for sleep" is this really my fate? time is now creeping like a turtle these burdens have some weight struggling just to clear this hurdle too much on my plate it's like Geodude vs. a Squirtle frustration turns to hate my blood boils then it starts to curdle manic in a panic and my speech it starts to speed up I'll sink like the titanic wanna speak but keep my mouth shut they think I'm satanic? oh how sweet let's roll this uncut time is not organic take a seat you will be dumbstruck why does it seem like nobody really gives a f**k I just don't know I just don't know but it seems it's become the norm it seems time was meant to take the world by storm but why would we create something imaginary if it's finite? would someone please explain it to me I just do not get it forever is something that we can't comprehend especially when we don't have much time to spend but time isn't real but neither is money but it's funny cause these two things keep the world running does existence end? or just infinitely loop? keep climbing up these ladders but keep falling down these "shoot"s I need a friend when I feel like **** but it doesn't matter cause nobody has a clue so what the 🔥 am I supposed to do? cause I ain't got a thing to prove but let me prove that I'm not wasting your time but that's kinda tough with an ill mind I'm not Hopsin but still gonna get mine don't worry everything will be fine even though the quicksand I'm sinking in is up to my a** I realize now that I am trapped in an hourglass I'll sink a little deeper with every second that pass like truly how am I supposed to last? try to learn from it but don't get stuck in the past when comprehension exceeds dialect then what you mention cannot manifest the true value of the thought behind the words but I'm sure that when I speak this some will find bliss some will swerve like it's ubsurd I still get lost in the thought of words like how it works blissfully baffled so I just smirk the sound made from vibrations cleverly sequenced and understood by nations some used for love some used for hating thoughts racing just tryna find my proper placement studio down in my room of my parents basement from where I wanna be it feels like I'm adjacent and I don't know how much time I got left which one of these is gonna be my last breath? I don't know how much time I got left which one of these is gonna be my last breath
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 9:53 AM UTC
It's About Time
Time is not real it's a construct of man forget how you feel blindly follow their plan they came up with time to feel in control little did we know it'd swallow us whole the time is now we are all slaves as we all bow will we ever be saved? we follow all these time based routines as if we were sheep I think it's time for change but the clock says "it's time for sleep" is this really my fate? time is now creeping like a turtle these burdens have some weight struggling just to clear this hurdle too much on my plate it's like Geodude vs. a Squirtle frustration turns to hate my blood boils then it starts to curdle manic in a panic and my speech it starts to speed up I'll sink like the titanic wanna speak but keep my mouth shut they think I'm satanic? oh how sweet let's roll this uncut time is not organic take a seat you will be dumbstruck why does it seem like nobody really gives a f**k I just don't know I just don't know but it seems it's become the norm it seems time was meant to take the world by storm but why would we create something imaginary if it's finite? would someone please explain it to me I just do not get it forever is something that we can't comprehend especially when we don't have much time to spend but time isn't real but neither is money but it's funny cause these two things keep the world running does existence end? or just infinitely loop? keep climbing up these ladders but keep falling down these "shoot"s I need a friend when I feel like **** but it doesn't matter cause nobody has a clue so what the 🔥 am I supposed to do? cause I ain't got a thing to prove but let me prove that I'm not wasting your time but that's kinda tough with an ill mind I'm not Hopsin but still gonna get mine don't worry everything will be fine even though the quicksand I'm sinking in is up to my a** I realize now that I am trapped in an hourglass I'll sink a little deeper with every second that pass like truly how am I supposed to last? try to learn from it but don't get stuck in the past when comprehension exceeds dialect then what you mention cannot manifest the true value of the thought behind the words but I'm sure that when I speak this some will find bliss some will swerve like it's ubsurd I still get lost in the thought of words like how it works blissfully baffled so I just smirk the sound made from vibrations cleverly sequenced and understood by nations some used for love some used for hating thoughts racing just tryna find my proper placement studio down in my room of my parents basement from where I wanna be it feels like I'm adjacent and I don't know how much time I got left which one of these is gonna be my last breath? I don't know how much time I got left which one of these is gonna be my last breath
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From the warm breath of bright light, blue sky breaks through our dormancy. Cool breeze still keeps on bare air, whilst curved lines rise bound in time to care for the meaning of life. We're expected to expand or contract, responding to vast constructs set upon us. It's easy to forget measures of the present tense. Stillness often corrects parallels to connect, as impulses bubble up to ****** inside the mind. Characters unseen play amongst the set, there are integrated games we gain but our existence is said to be simplistic. Focus on your sense of self and betterment, less complicated within the riddles of preconditioning. Here to give, win and begin again.
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May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 3:54 PM UTC
Akin
ego shall a tree move its own limbs to mimic God the trap What have we done? Capitalism has taken the place of God as a sense of safety - security - identity in our minds. Everything serves a purpose until it gets out of control. Time has an end. Eternity is forever. You are forever. We are the ones we have been searching for.
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Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
ego ...and the trap
Step through the clouded mist Reflect upon the silver pane Assist and improve to renew the lesser side of you As the body regenerates in kind so can the mind Rectify verbal constructs There's still time to grow in matching your actions Stretch between your panic and comfort zones Observe parity with clarity Lessons in self awareness are key as you can't always be told what to be
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Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
Persistence
Time is water An endless flooding tide Which regulates our lives It has no form No shape Beyond the ones that we give it All are streams in a river Which flows to a sea When oceans dry And weeks and months are gone Time will carry on
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May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 3:13 AM UTC
Weeks, Months, Days...
Flower people, frolicking on the moon, Smiling wide eyed with honest jest. How did they grow without soil, water, or air? Roses out of concrete defying social constructs. Follow the flower people. Show them you give a **** about the delicacy they expel Reject your insensitivity and care about someone else.
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Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
Martians
I thought I saw Ursa Minor in Lampe Park last night, but the trees blurred my vision to the point where I couldn't tell whether it was a constellation or a phallus ******* on a posy of roses. Stars don't make sense. If amateur philosophy has taught me anything, it's that they can't be social constructs or a figment of your imagination because they exist. They're dead, but they exist. and they'll be here until all my jokes about cancer or death in general catches up to me.
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Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
ursula miner