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Cyclone Jan 2020
Never would I dream of a scene of questioning faith with a second thought, It's probably like when you just rot, caught in the devil's ***, never got the meaning when I hear the free man dream in tongues, but I know his pain, and where all his strain approached him from, stung by the splinter who's sting was only meant to make me fear, but only fear I should have is towards the one that put me here, took all my pedigree, steadily as the years goes by, and once it levels to zero that's when my life goes by, I'm only choosing, abusing initial thoughts I had, so respect the lessons from questions of faith that I would ask, then whoop my *** when pop blast flash the aftermath, I always questioned my faith from all those thoughts I had!
Cyclone Jan 2020
There are specks, on complex texts that's biased, all the clients, knew defiance when it silenced the triumph of a riot, who's the pilot of the crying of violence, we see these human sacrifices that's defying, not righteous, one might just, get the sovereign order once they are speared, it cleared disorder and broke the borders when hoarders feared, the tears that would interfere with searing pain, just so they recognize the flames from the fame of shame.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Escorted myself beyond the belts and now recording in the orbits, forces killed the rigor mortis of a tortoise, portions where I went through weightlessness and now I'm facing this destruction, surely ducking ultraviolet rays erupting, resulting in an alien hare with sights I only will share, and using flares that blast my past to the outcast, at last, enduring the punches that bunches dwarfs into somethings, I finally touched the whole crest that proved the texts, complex, I now will stress, there's many heavens times sevens, beyond the stars, just where you are, take part, implanting dreams, that always seem, to form conspiracy past what is really proved a thing, a stream, that gleams beams, that make you lean, towards clean, invincible visuals brought to faith individuals that will know this world's gist to you's only pitiful, scared to move, past what is making our preachers preach revelations, and got the world only stating that they are faking, they taking, what only is left that rests in bodies with breath, that's how the people turn left past morals kept, now slept, who will accept, what really's true, past blue, skies that mark disguise into the eyes? It's signed, that we must know, what makes us grow, to be for sure, in that book of life where things are so, not broke.
Cyclone Jan 2020
Misfortune brings an ordered pair close to despair, and if it bears things it can't compare, then it must fair, the glare that swears to cause a biting in the dynasty, igniting the plights of lightning, so it's only striking the, sinus of minus that cycles one into a paradox, seemingly contradicting one's visits towards his care for clocks, what a trap that closes most into this hopelessness state, that every dates not it's own tape, playing it's fate, he sought escape through a stopped tape, causing to drop face, a flaw that draws a lot bait, pausing our top shape.
Cyclone Jan 2020
I don't see a rising group, but I do see a rising nation, comprised of people that have their minds blown, souls torn, I sigh as a still remain patient, do we have room for ignorance and hatred? Of course we do, we all have it inside of us, can imagine such a scene at the end of the world, bodies collapse, as we witness our eyes will bust!, I don't have problems with Muslims, I feel as just, ones who **** in the name of Allah ain't acting right, was never written in their religion to cause all of these killings, surprise!, now them suckas are down to fight!, world of wolves out to get us right past midnight, our LORD'S white sheep being killed by a new crusade, spot a path up ahead for us to go to, watch for the knives, the guns and the hand grenades!, praise GOD I made it out alive and my dues are paid, on to the heaven's to join the celebration, quickly forget the pains that was trapped in my head, erase the sight of the rising nation.
Cyclone Jan 2020
If you think we're loved, you better think again, go travel across this planet, hear the remarks they be saying, and then you'll understand it, why we hated?, Blame the government for ruining our reputation, it's the reason why, many countries will, start to form their speculations, that we're all rude, that we're all spoiled, we **** people, we stay loyal, to the leaders that only came to foil, our GOD given rights, so I stay coiled, living on this soil, it's a true thang, America is the world's biggest gang, that like to talk **** and use that country slang, blame George W Bush for that theory, dang!, the fat lady sang, so it's all over!, just leave me alone in my Range Rover, breaking all the rules till I'm pulled over, put me on the news when I've gone sober, I'd like to say this over, in front of the world, telling all adults and little boys and girls, we're hated cause the government oppressed, all these countries, so we're blamed for stress, fool we ain't the best, look into my eyes, noticed you in your wise disguise, you're responsible for these dark skies and lies, wonder why they hate us, well I meant you guys!!!
Cyclone Jan 2020
Enemies felt like kin of mine, frenemy's are my killers, enemies are who I love so much, their envy's evident, there was no filler, a little knowledge that I pass on, keep your *** on those around you, cause the friends are the crooked ***** that like to see you stuck and always down you, see through the eyes right in that ***, because that filthy *** brings you trouble, see through the eyes of that snitching *****, because that snitching ***** is never humble, always be on guard towards those dumb retards, but be more open to your enemy, why do I sound like this, because I reminisce, how a frenemy was almost the end of me.
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