dont listen to me
dont listen to me
i make no sense
condratidctions implent the creative process
im lost in this nonsense
then from admist the forest
my chorus screams forth writs
dont listen to me
dont listen to me
the essence of my defense
hence words catapult you
To different memories you concealed
heard and reffered to past verbs
sensed past emotion instances real
it is how we feel that carries us
to different demensions we percieve
leaving only with what we can lift
a host of our beliefs
Until we bleed drain and fill again
the words are what we seed
When our will bends we hurt friends
Societies Mixed Breeds...
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