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"synthetics" poems

If only we could begin again and slow down the pernicious pace We ruin our oceans, the land, our air even outer space. If only we avoided such precarious paths that may lead to disparity If only we knew what action is needed now, to deal with the reality. Ecologists warned, yet still observe with ever-growing anxiety the growth of harmful long-term effects on Earth's biodiversity. If only the air wasn't gravely polluted, so the atmosphere begins to fail, so wreathed by carbon dioxide layers, extremes to climate may prevail. If only Earth's lungs cease being shrunk by profits heedless exploitation, existing relationships are considered scarcely in these aberrations. If only a solution for discarded synthetics which float in ugly hordes on oceans global drifts, disaster occurs wherever it reaches landfall. If only we can do something, a belated but resounding universal call, If only we can safeguard the future before there are no options at all. If only we could begin again and slow the ruinous pace... if only If Only M C Crowder @scorsby 19th November 2018

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Jan 2, 2019

Jan 2, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC

michael-c-crowder

If only we could begin again and slow down the pernicious pace We ruin our oceans, the land, our air even outer space. If only we avoided such precarious paths that may lead to disparity If only we knew what action is needed now, to deal with the reality. Ecologists warned, yet still observe with ever-growing anxiety the growth of harmful long-term effects on Earth's biodiversity. If only the air wasn't gravely polluted, so the atmosphere begins to fail, so wreathed by carbon dioxide layers, extremes to climate may prevail. If only Earth's lungs cease being shrunk by profits heedless exploitation, existing relationships are considered scarcely in these aberrations. If only a solution for discarded synthetics which float in ugly hordes on oceans global drifts, disaster occurs wherever it reaches landfall. If only we can do something, a belated but resounding universal call, If only we can safeguard the future before there are no options at all. If only we could begin again and slow the ruinous pace... if only If Only M C Crowder @scorsby 19th November 2018

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Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted by the hospital, that body zone-- bodies wrapped in elastic bands, bodies cased in wood or used like telephones, bodies crucified up onto their crutches, bodies wearing rubber bags between their legs, bodies vomiting up their juice like detergent, Here in this house there are other bodies. Whenever I see a six-year-old swimming in our aqua pool a voice inside me says what can't be told... Ha, someday you'll be old and withered and tubes will be in your nose drinking up your dinner. Someday you'll go backward. You'll close up like a shoebox and you'll be cursed as you push into death feet first. Here in the hospital, I say, that is not my body, not my body. I am not here for the doctors to read like a recipe. No. I am a daisy girl blowing in the wind like a piece of sun. On ward 7 there are daisies, all butter and pearl but beside a blind man who can only eat up the petals and count to ten. The nurses skip rope around him and shiver as his eyes wiggle like mercury and then they dance from patient to patient to patient throwing up little paper medicine cups and playing catch with vials of dope as they wait for new accidents. Bodies made of synthetics. Bodies swaddled like dolls whom I visit and cajole and all they do is hum like computers doing up our taxes, dollar by dollar. Each body is in its bunker. The surgeon applies his gum. Each body is fitted quickly into its ice-cream pack and then stitched up again for the long voyage back.

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Good for visiting hospitals or charitable work. Take some time to attend to your health. Surely I will be disquieted by the hospital, that body zone-- bodies wrapped in elastic bands, bodies cased in wood or used like telephones, bodies crucified up onto their crutches, bodies wearing rubber bags between their legs, bodies vomiting up their juice like detergent, Here in this house there are other bodies. Whenever I see a six-year-old swimming in our aqua pool a voice inside me says what can't be told... Ha, someday you'll be old and withered and tubes will be in your nose drinking up your dinner. Someday you'll go backward. You'll close up like a shoebox and you'll be cursed as you push into death feet first. Here in the hospital, I say, that is not my body, not my body. I am not here for the doctors to read like a recipe. No. I am a daisy girl blowing in the wind like a piece of sun. On ward 7 there are daisies, all butter and pearl but beside a blind man who can only eat up the petals and count to ten. The nurses skip rope around him and shiver as his eyes wiggle like mercury and then they dance from patient to patient to patient throwing up little paper medicine cups and playing catch with vials of dope as they wait for new accidents. Bodies made of synthetics. Bodies swaddled like dolls whom I visit and cajole and all they do is hum like computers doing up our taxes, dollar by dollar. Each body is in its bunker. The surgeon applies his gum. Each body is fitted quickly into its ice-cream pack and then stitched up again for the long voyage back.

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for Wallace Stevens 1. Just as my fingers on these keys Make data, so the self-same sounds Of a CEO’s fingers make me a data, too. Thus it is the spirit that feels, Here in this cubicle, desiring—through Excel spreadsheets, email, a deadline— Itself. 2. In the pale glow of a Xerox machine The body stood. It sought The hum of Nature, But, finding only synthetics, Sighed with demur, So barren grew its mood. 3. They wondered why the invisible child wept In a security without which Death’s adept; It could not say, So convinced were they, Safety was the dream of a Happiness that slept.

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Apr 6, 2015

Apr 6, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC

christopher-howard-gorrie

The Invisible Child

for Wallace Stevens 1. Just as my fingers on these keys Make data, so the self-same sounds Of a CEO’s fingers make me a data, too. Thus it is the spirit that feels, Here in this cubicle, desiring—through Excel spreadsheets, email, a deadline— Itself. 2. In the pale glow of a Xerox machine The body stood. It sought The hum of Nature, But, finding only synthetics, Sighed with demur, So barren grew its mood. 3. They wondered why the invisible child wept In a security without which Death’s adept; It could not say, So convinced were they, Safety was the dream of a Happiness that slept.

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Overts and lies Condescention, I Noticed when you thought I couldn't You dont have to Come here and smile and extend a hand to me with false camaraderie Don't bother Feigning delight When I'm ushered in With the dawn of some blistering Winter morning And when you wish to spin golden tales of grandiousity, refrain Continue the day And leave me out of it.

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Feb 13, 2021

Feb 13, 2021 at 8:50 AM UTC

Ambrosetheconqueror

Overts and lies Condescention, I Noticed when you thought I couldn't You dont have to Come here and smile and extend a hand to me with false camaraderie Don't bother Feigning delight When I'm ushered in With the dawn of some blistering Winter morning And when you wish to spin golden tales of grandiousity, refrain Continue the day And leave me out of it.

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i thought of ants and how they colonize and remembered the importance of my breath. offset the thinning path were pink and purple blossoms. blue jays appeared to keep the cardinals mindful while the thaw of spring dispelled the white curse of winter. i watched their dance on broken twigs and their consciousness budding forefront, i thought about the importance to their dance and forgot about my breath. masses of aluminum color regarded my need for space. offset the flattened tar, my chains churned in earnest while synthetics fought the earth and purple blossoms danced in their own way. i am guilty of fighting in that war, guerrilla tribes of rubbered feet, propelled by accepting neglect. these bodies are filled with meters to measure varying complications, none of which are relevant in our time. but still i continued to fight and dance and remember my need for breath while the jays and cardinals danced amongst the pink and purple blossoms budding full of consciousness, disregarding our foolish guerrilla fight.

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 9:12 PM UTC

a dance to keep them mindful

i thought of ants and how they colonize and remembered the importance of my breath. offset the thinning path were pink and purple blossoms. blue jays appeared to keep the cardinals mindful while the thaw of spring dispelled the white curse of winter. i watched their dance on broken twigs and their consciousness budding forefront, i thought about the importance to their dance and forgot about my breath. masses of aluminum color regarded my need for space. offset the flattened tar, my chains churned in earnest while synthetics fought the earth and purple blossoms danced in their own way. i am guilty of fighting in that war, guerrilla tribes of rubbered feet, propelled by accepting neglect. these bodies are filled with meters to measure varying complications, none of which are relevant in our time. but still i continued to fight and dance and remember my need for breath while the jays and cardinals danced amongst the pink and purple blossoms budding full of consciousness, disregarding our foolish guerrilla fight.

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Trying to keep up with the chemical imbalance, He brushed it off and worried more with gathered synthetic talents. Synthetics curtain the authentic certainties, but certainly add to the offensive burden. Cold sweats will soak the beds where he won't sleep, just toss and turn in. He dreads the voices in his head that keep reminding of the burning. The phrasing suits it well, because desire is a fire and you will lose if you're to battle it. It's the leader of an army that storm your psyche as the catalyst. He cluttered all the cabinets, left craters in the walls, in search of just one more substance to get away from it all. This only left him stranded, Scarred from what this caused, And they wonder how he got there, Where stuttered screams from cellar's call. Fingertips shake as his ego's enraged, Fingerprints left on syringes for days, A ****** mess has been made as he's invaded his veins, A need to escape, I guess it's all been in vain. The family throw's a fit, yes they're all in a rage, Or so you'd think but they've forgotten, yes they're all in a daze. He's stayed in there for minutes, hours, days. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months that met with years. He's slain, beaten, weak, and his eyes befriended tears. His heart skips and clatters against his rib-cage. But its his soul that is shaken, shattered. Where it started he was fragile, in a sense. If you remember, he wasn't aged. Although his perspective proved too agile, he still holds innocence. Hurts to remember, "It's just a phase."

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC

Addled, Piece 1

Trying to keep up with the chemical imbalance, He brushed it off and worried more with gathered synthetic talents. Synthetics curtain the authentic certainties, but certainly add to the offensive burden. Cold sweats will soak the beds where he won't sleep, just toss and turn in. He dreads the voices in his head that keep reminding of the burning. The phrasing suits it well, because desire is a fire and you will lose if you're to battle it. It's the leader of an army that storm your psyche as the catalyst. He cluttered all the cabinets, left craters in the walls, in search of just one more substance to get away from it all. This only left him stranded, Scarred from what this caused, And they wonder how he got there, Where stuttered screams from cellar's call. Fingertips shake as his ego's enraged, Fingerprints left on syringes for days, A ****** mess has been made as he's invaded his veins, A need to escape, I guess it's all been in vain. The family throw's a fit, yes they're all in a rage, Or so you'd think but they've forgotten, yes they're all in a daze. He's stayed in there for minutes, hours, days. Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months that met with years. He's slain, beaten, weak, and his eyes befriended tears. His heart skips and clatters against his rib-cage. But its his soul that is shaken, shattered. Where it started he was fragile, in a sense. If you remember, he wasn't aged. Although his perspective proved too agile, he still holds innocence. Hurts to remember, "It's just a phase."

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detached. seeing, not feeling the chair the ceiling, the floor spinning and who am I kidding- it's long past when I should've had my last laugh, when I passed midnight and the highlight of the day was the meager wage of pity I accrued from a generation subdued by a preposterous possibility over- exaggerated in expectation and reaching for the highest creatable version of elation without laying the proper foundation built by layers of training and daily straining that compound into callouses and graying roots until we are austere and astute or at least that's the excuse we will use for the continual quietness we exhibit, inhibiting relationships to flourish discouraging speech self medicating with synthetics that inhibit hunger fidgety and without epiphany- cemented to the same place later than you should have stayed. We want what we want, never mean to misbehave. September 11, 2015 C.e.M

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Sep 13, 2015

Sep 13, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC

multiverse voices

detached. seeing, not feeling the chair the ceiling, the floor spinning and who am I kidding- it's long past when I should've had my last laugh, when I passed midnight and the highlight of the day was the meager wage of pity I accrued from a generation subdued by a preposterous possibility over- exaggerated in expectation and reaching for the highest creatable version of elation without laying the proper foundation built by layers of training and daily straining that compound into callouses and graying roots until we are austere and astute or at least that's the excuse we will use for the continual quietness we exhibit, inhibiting relationships to flourish discouraging speech self medicating with synthetics that inhibit hunger fidgety and without epiphany- cemented to the same place later than you should have stayed. We want what we want, never mean to misbehave. September 11, 2015 C.e.M

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Walking on this cruel world One cannot be bold Fake truths are hidden Real lies are flaunted Authentics are hardly distinguished from synthetics True ones are mingled with the sinners Pure ones are tainted with the abominations Masks flew from one face to the other Hiding from one problem to the other When will we stop? When will this end?

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Apr 11, 2016

Apr 11, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC

Walking on this cruel world One cannot be bold Fake truths are hidden Real lies are flaunted Authentics are hardly distinguished from synthetics True ones are mingled with the sinners Pure ones are tainted with the abominations Masks flew from one face to the other Hiding from one problem to the other When will we stop? When will this end?

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So many radical minds leaving their prints on the glass of time manipulating the rules of aestiticts infinity now ruled by natural synthetics catasrophhy that minds aren't equipped to fathom the elasticity of nonlinear lifetimes untethered from the lifelines that loop forever those loopy eyes

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC

So many radical minds leaving their prints on the glass of time manipulating the rules of aestiticts infinity now ruled by natural synthetics catasrophhy that minds aren't equipped to fathom the elasticity of nonlinear lifetimes untethered from the lifelines that loop forever those loopy eyes

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2300 Quantum Computers Turing Test Defeated Somewhere beautiful A man casts his line into a lake And lifts his wrist Up towards his lips Asking the tiny chip Within his flesh “Hey Siri, Know the best way To gut a fish?” An Infinity Expands every knife slicing into every animal the blood and organs the hands that hold them the chemicals of blood oxidation reactions chemicals congealing blood chemicals melting the bones? bones inside the hands pulling apart the flesh vivisecting organs falling to the surface blood cascading upon countertops stainless steel rocks dirt animals water grande canyons grand castles within the scaffolding do humans think like this within the scaffolding of their minds? of castles countertops stumps the nervous system active after death fish whipping twisting blades into the second hands pain rippling through the other nervous system electricity nerves muscles contractions force matter flesh nerves again electric energy pills swallowed before procedure wielding knives while deep in stupor wearing gloves to guard the hands guarding the second hand a single glove blades slicing up the gloves particles from gloves exploding embedding within the fish toxins skin leathers wood synthetics plastics polycarbonates leathers an infinity of leather guarded hands slicing pulling flesh bones muscles bleeding upon stumps organs crashing through the dirt All of this Before he inhales All this infinity Collapsed Into a sentence. “No **** ******* Spills out from the chip.

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May 18, 2018

May 18, 2018 at 11:54 PM UTC

Input/Query/Output

2300 Quantum Computers Turing Test Defeated Somewhere beautiful A man casts his line into a lake And lifts his wrist Up towards his lips Asking the tiny chip Within his flesh “Hey Siri, Know the best way To gut a fish?” An Infinity Expands every knife slicing into every animal the blood and organs the hands that hold them the chemicals of blood oxidation reactions chemicals congealing blood chemicals melting the bones? bones inside the hands pulling apart the flesh vivisecting organs falling to the surface blood cascading upon countertops stainless steel rocks dirt animals water grande canyons grand castles within the scaffolding do humans think like this within the scaffolding of their minds? of castles countertops stumps the nervous system active after death fish whipping twisting blades into the second hands pain rippling through the other nervous system electricity nerves muscles contractions force matter flesh nerves again electric energy pills swallowed before procedure wielding knives while deep in stupor wearing gloves to guard the hands guarding the second hand a single glove blades slicing up the gloves particles from gloves exploding embedding within the fish toxins skin leathers wood synthetics plastics polycarbonates leathers an infinity of leather guarded hands slicing pulling flesh bones muscles bleeding upon stumps organs crashing through the dirt All of this Before he inhales All this infinity Collapsed Into a sentence. “No **** ******* Spills out from the chip.

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Food Matters “A pill for every ill” Til they cover every sill, When will, This stop? Too many synthetics, Too many extracts, Buried in white powder, My mouth burns, And my stomach bleeds, My energy is robbed, And my joy slips away, When I cannot focus on my people, And my sun. True, God’s joy transcends all ills, But he created us to thrive, Apart from drugs, To play in all his paint, And laugh with the universe. Eat, Even clean dirt can be better, Than the plastic covered, Microwavable, Sculpture of food in your pantry.

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC

eva-schoolcraft

Food Matters “A pill for every ill” Til they cover every sill, When will, This stop? Too many synthetics, Too many extracts, Buried in white powder, My mouth burns, And my stomach bleeds, My energy is robbed, And my joy slips away, When I cannot focus on my people, And my sun. True, God’s joy transcends all ills, But he created us to thrive, Apart from drugs, To play in all his paint, And laugh with the universe. Eat, Even clean dirt can be better, Than the plastic covered, Microwavable, Sculpture of food in your pantry.

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It's a sad world that we defend using tweets instead of prayers Elevators instead of stairs Synthetics to calm the nightmares Sleeping used to be such a treasure

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Jan 9, 2021

Jan 9, 2021 at 11:06 AM UTC

It's a sad world that we defend using tweets instead of prayers Elevators instead of stairs Synthetics to calm the nightmares Sleeping used to be such a treasure

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They called me in to a room unfamiliar air smelling of guilt A vase of roses left to die on the table "take a seat" there voices distant I know why I am here They do not approve of my actions heart pounding "we just want to ask you some questions" I do not have your answers my mind screams out They believe I am guilty of a crime I believe i was helping my melting mind "your test was positive, your actions could hurt someone" They can't understand my actions saved someone No one notice's when your saving yourself One puff to ease my thoughts One puff to them causes death Little do they know it prevented mine Take this pill and that pill, "It will fix you" No thank you doc i'll stick to natures crop Synthetics are safe says the man with a certificate on his wall Corruption is everywhere, lies upon lies I am in trouble for smoking a plant He's a business man for creating addiction I pay a fine for feeling fine for the first time tonight He receives money for causing another to suffer a helpless plight "Are you sorry for what you did?" Can they hear what they just said? I wont apologise for helping myself I wont give in to money and decpetion you have all be led into inception! layer under layer under layer of wrongful perception Stop fighting natural progression Let me be me, I'll let you be you.

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Aug 15, 2018

Aug 15, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC

No thank's Doc.

They called me in to a room unfamiliar air smelling of guilt A vase of roses left to die on the table "take a seat" there voices distant I know why I am here They do not approve of my actions heart pounding "we just want to ask you some questions" I do not have your answers my mind screams out They believe I am guilty of a crime I believe i was helping my melting mind "your test was positive, your actions could hurt someone" They can't understand my actions saved someone No one notice's when your saving yourself One puff to ease my thoughts One puff to them causes death Little do they know it prevented mine Take this pill and that pill, "It will fix you" No thank you doc i'll stick to natures crop Synthetics are safe says the man with a certificate on his wall Corruption is everywhere, lies upon lies I am in trouble for smoking a plant He's a business man for creating addiction I pay a fine for feeling fine for the first time tonight He receives money for causing another to suffer a helpless plight "Are you sorry for what you did?" Can they hear what they just said? I wont apologise for helping myself I wont give in to money and decpetion you have all be led into inception! layer under layer under layer of wrongful perception Stop fighting natural progression Let me be me, I'll let you be you.

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And so we come to live in the world thinking nothing is nothing, and everything is everything. When really what we think is nothing Is everything And what we think is everything Is nothing. It's not about what you don't have: it's about what you do have. It's not about synthetics: it's about the real things that matter. Open your eyes to the real world. You may not like what you see, but the truth is that if you're reading this, you may have more than you think.

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Mar 23, 2016

Mar 23, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC

Chloes-Not-An-Ange

The World Right Now

And so we come to live in the world thinking nothing is nothing, and everything is everything. When really what we think is nothing Is everything And what we think is everything Is nothing. It's not about what you don't have: it's about what you do have. It's not about synthetics: it's about the real things that matter. Open your eyes to the real world. You may not like what you see, but the truth is that if you're reading this, you may have more than you think.

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Life through a lens. Watching other people’s revelry through the filter of a dead TV. Perfect picture perfect pitch and an incredible intensity – But it’s not life. This vicarious festivity neutered and numbed by a precision of pixels, This slum depiction of synthetics ideals Is not life…

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Jun 29, 2017

Jun 29, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC

Watching A Remote Control Concert

Life through a lens. Watching other people’s revelry through the filter of a dead TV. Perfect picture perfect pitch and an incredible intensity – But it’s not life. This vicarious festivity neutered and numbed by a precision of pixels, This slum depiction of synthetics ideals Is not life…

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i pray a heavy prayer wake me dear lord i cant believe i lived this long on the verge this must not be real touch my hand i need a lift im not prepared we are safe i havent wrote down a speech voice is our choice one thing is correct politics an media disturb me liquified synthetics in your car an in my lungs off a rig death no dishonor they died so i can say this reincarnation im alive dear father 4th sector so far they cant stop me area 51 doing hard time tho locked down in chains been encamped pitch my tent wallstreet seems like decades couple second on the clock ready to be free withnessing greed my words shall reap put fear in society in the wake we eat canibals celebrate the factors of life naturals outweighed by one soul **** **** **** one paper and a pen ****** ****** ****** you have no power SUPER POWER I AM RAP call me ferror ill shut you down rott in your grave call me king bow before your leader the richest man in history trillions in space its facts nine hundred ninety nine pesos not 1 person alive not 1 person in the past not one person in the future the end -zpac

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC

"I Pray A Heavy Prayer"

i pray a heavy prayer wake me dear lord i cant believe i lived this long on the verge this must not be real touch my hand i need a lift im not prepared we are safe i havent wrote down a speech voice is our choice one thing is correct politics an media disturb me liquified synthetics in your car an in my lungs off a rig death no dishonor they died so i can say this reincarnation im alive dear father 4th sector so far they cant stop me area 51 doing hard time tho locked down in chains been encamped pitch my tent wallstreet seems like decades couple second on the clock ready to be free withnessing greed my words shall reap put fear in society in the wake we eat canibals celebrate the factors of life naturals outweighed by one soul **** **** **** one paper and a pen ****** ****** ****** you have no power SUPER POWER I AM RAP call me ferror ill shut you down rott in your grave call me king bow before your leader the richest man in history trillions in space its facts nine hundred ninety nine pesos not 1 person alive not 1 person in the past not one person in the future the end -zpac

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