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On a one, for the sense of love, God in my body almost baby Heaven above, covenant of the Lord Christ Jesus, and bug
Oregon, the air, the magical Montclair and what gets the young gaze turnt to a stare, tortoise and hare like Danny’s rabbit and Rachael Babit, four way cross from an addict, I’m the Leporyorcies other habit, good for the lot of maggots from which christ brick came basic and us felt to the pinaccle mason, cloud chasing, perfect let for placement, rubber erased him, classic,, who? The magistratist on my majestical fate, magically capable of now forming hate, angst to stress, without the patience to wait on a doctor this bish, I’m OP, Happy Days are what we need…and the strife to learn how to flex, the sex, chex, like the cereal mix, I’m fixed on my spliff and days of our lives on this bitch, like homie, ha yo and know, you know, no shit, I’m quick to the point break theory, ta’ll weary to hear me and slow to fear the decline of yourselves, each as a G, Big E.G.O., spiraling toward peace in a game that has me at the ending creditably deceased, I fit in the crease like the months and days of the week, I am the largest fortunate sheet slit as it’s peak, slick
On a never question then, split
I missed no opportunity to take control of this b**** and remain, the shit, I’m glitz like sticktz “Chrissed” to remain notoriously pissed like no shit I’m the king of the bed, dead, body drained of blood, priory filled with lead made from the lethal pieces of my clock tower, my work in life through god in the church prove worth in ethic by the name of myself and each king passed by on for a second, William the Only, irreverent, wowzer & this heritage, Norsk crows, and wolves that dance so I’ll put the pretty kitty in your pants, she’d say to prance...dear, I love you, know you no way, hellish burns for the Indian second babe, my life a Catholic reflected...say….and crucifixion…
“When you see God, tell him I miss him”
I’m forever and always begger dishing, finished wishing to run it up on the couple and mingle with hymn, the finer forest pine, pin, like jeans for your gin, we gotta win, I mean have to slash Matthew and kill the creed is the red I queen to need at the surafce of my skin as it is my religion I’m partway in half grain witness to seeing, imagine the devil’s lawyer in reason, I’m the party season, certain laughter and grieving, staying outside but forever leaving, quieting the den for an inning of gleaming teeth in keying, Edward Hazor melted the Saturn Planetary rings with his hark jimmy forget the world full of sin and shine sin for the failure to riddle with Finn on the lesser ten, murderers are few to many men existing inside a case of homicide and you look at me once like we always died so I’m gonna cry, not gonna lie, I’m sexual straight leveled to bi, just to save the kids from of stupid black guy, stoic in Pac’s face, fascinated within his eyes, time for the grind of the mind, and the four of spades over 500 and wine, steak on, butter, I throw up 9 for the 9, gimme the final chamber and flix the spicks on my disliking for Haitian men, for a round bounce come again, justly, Cruze with them like we ride the Amazon for all helmet hast gone the way of the wand, I’m the Sage turned Sorcerer torn, flesh since once the day I was born, before corn and climactic deceit, swear word for the creeps is I’m fresh and Meek, leave me the leeks...gone
