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Keone L Friesen Dec 2013
Oh young barret of the night. Who steals from the dreams of lost sain children like Moloch. The decrypted white house was nothing but A sanctuary for degenerates. the man… MAD… MAD was the man MAD, was the house, MAD were the claimers, MAD were the slaves to the slick but king of so called glam MAD was the man MAD MAD MAD.
           The barret was entering the house, leaving behind all. what has become of my young love asks me? he enters. MAD was he who entered the trap, MAD was he who allowed, MAD was who gave no warning of the moloch sacrifice being made to the two of his so called servants. MAD was all i say MAD MAD MAD, MAD was he who wanted to be hailed like Fernand, MAD was he who wanted to be king like Henry the 8th, MAD was he who wanted to use like Baron Neuvillette, MAD was he who wanted doll oh doll how can you do this.
          Oh ADONAL for if you do exist why have you allowed this, oh ADONAL for if you exist why have you for seen this, oh ADONAl for if you exist why have you told of my eternity. Oh ADONAL why? are you mad? for the people shall not say oh ADONAL well this blow over as fast as Holly or as fast of yourself.
        he who does as told, he who does what he thinks right for his so called gift. MAD for the betrayal of trust between the packed, MAD was he for the lack of word, Like a mute oh ADONAL like a mute he was! MAD was he who acted like Bromdens father, MAD .
      MAD MAD MAD MAD MAD is I for the envolvment of my cellar of time, MAD is I for what i have started and what have become of my creations, MAD is I for all, MAD is I for you, for she, for he, for *****, all mad, MAD is I for maybe i is mad.
                                                            ­                      written by Keone L Friesian. copyright to Keone Friesian
N’díídá!
Wake up, wake up…my son.
Hogan seeing east, great sun greets.
Brave piercing cold, Brave bleeding heat.
Set rezilient mind, see battles won.
Brave flinted rocks, brave metaled beats.
See painful pasts, set your feet lil’ one.

Náás diiná
Walk forward, walk forward…lil’ man.
Look through clouds, look over mountains.
Brave the liquor, Brave the drugs.
Bend blinded minds, see lies to “amen’s”.
Brave minds blinded, brave coward tugs.
Hear the peoples past, set your legs lil’ one

Holzishdę́ díníí’
Look to pasts, look to pasts…fighter young.
Smile sacred stories, smile given songs.
Brave severed cuts, Brave suicidal triggers.
Laugh at tears run, let fierce anger rung.
Brave the useless, brave the claimers.
Sing the creation past, set your fists lil’ one.

T'áá Yedigo Yániłtxi’
Speak up, stand up…my grown spear.
Surprise the eagle, overpower the bear.
Brave the gods, Brave the fearful.
Embrace the night, prepare the gear.
Brave the genocide, Brave the brainwashed.
Break the path, keep slaying their fear.

Keep digging…keep digging pillars of braves.
Safana Oct 2020
I see Mac run on
sameliness well
where party will
not dance, an
Islanders are like
every trigger of
any firing arm,
as claimers of
cross sectional
in all chambers
Sharpen their way
when cow is
slaughtered
with a useless
jewel-like a
weapon, and
every lion
has a mane so
never invite
a barber to
come near
his head

Let the lion
roar his
applauses
When the
dogs listened
they will all
pass to cemetry
Thanks, Lord, Keys on your hands;
No Time To Complain, Success on your head;
I'm talking Holy Elevation.
I'm talking the world Elevation.
This is Macro Economics
I'm thinking above Micro Economics
Thanks, Lord, Holy Elevation.
I got the keys for Billionaires.
I'm the foundation of Billionaires.
Crazy dudes, on the street wastin' time on Fallacy stories, fake prophets prophesying doom and poverty wishes.
Fat boy, I'm super dope like python over R on your Super Analysis My Data Scientist.

This is holy Elevation
This is more than sister Elevation
This is above macro elevation.
I'm talkin' holy Elevation
Claimers claiming to be doers of holy Elevation, this is God Holy Elevation.
Mine is too short, I'm just a Holy Elevation woofer in your life.
Big base of success.
Big fountain of success.

I'm talking Holy Elevation
I'm touching holy Elevation
Call me holy elevator if you can.
Father forgive them, they do not understand.
This is Holy Elevation.
Capitalist you are neither no good no bad,
and you too, you are neither no good no bad.
Listen dude, let's give creative capitalist a chance. Off course yes, I'm not that much good, but you can get an advice from me.
I listen straight from the Holy Ghost.
Thanks Lord, I'm talking
Holy Elevation,
This is macro elevation.

Thanks Lord, Let us all shout:
This is our God Elevation.
This is our Lord Elevation.
Thanks Lord, You Are The Greatest God.
You you you arrre the greatest Lord.
Thank you, Amen.
-Elevation
Nick I May 2012
West-side cliff-claimers love red so much
They don't wear any sun-screen.

Sixteen-year-old fame-hangers give head so much
You'll never have a wet-dream.

*****-faced gang-bangers get dead so much
The stains are getting hard-to-clean.

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