Lost souls; not the master could not be any craftyer;
But the watchers watching; waiting plotting our disaster;
They wouldn't be happier.
With loud sounds of laughter from the pastors standing in the pulpit
Plastered.There is a headmaster; grasper of our level of thinking, you are seeking:are you thinking, seeing withYour minds eye my words are attempting to depict, knowledge from the sacred scripts Makes the soul sing, singing a song of beautiful vibrations Prometheus had the visions; wisdom for us to decrypt:six tribes on both sides; sights of elegance leads us to excellence
petulance adds to my benevolent, benevolence.
My transference is righteousness, the out come is my tightness.
Keep my mind running sharp, keep up the maintenance, it is the heart.maintain The remains of spark that's in my brain is limitless.Hieroglyphs read at the eclipses is a trip; but as it is written; lose lips sinks ships:
In the Pacific are floating in metaphysics metaphoric like ash Wednesday is historic.
Took a quick hit to come up with some new shit; sit back and ride like cars sitting on bricks and I will continue to excrete these well written words not being discrete, Disagreed with most but now it's a toast; toasty with my royalty, High-speed green revolutions wisdom of the sho-guns; funds funded by the foundation the formation in this dimension is full of mental prisms; smokers still riding in the stolen prism. Holden the golden key to all that has been written.They keep forgetting, cringing on theses words when we should be clinging.Does it sting; operation vanhelsing channeling and chanting.
Lost all understanding demand that you can.
In the name of the man.
In white lines, lungs are filled exhaled and refilled.
Finding rhyming words is easy, pay attention to the skills.
Words are intoxicating like vodka mixed pills. The spirit gets active when it feels.
Grills filter flutters in clusters stay soft like custard: busters.
Hear my words, no longer sufferers suffering
the light that grows in me, the light that's at piece.
Reaps sheets of darkness, covers the eyes of the fatherless.
Widows and orphans:stand up for all men reality really we must bend.
And watch over the heartless, those that sin.
Starts with this; roots back to the dangerous sandscripts,
Manuscripts of seduction writings of lust in New additions
Addicted to the cusp.It's customary that the visionary words are herd, world's worldwide are created from verbs.
Articulation no words being altered or slurred.
In the order of precession we sit back and observe the creation
I can break it down to simple terms; layman's, life was like a story from
Wes craven, and that's an understatement,Soon there will be no more
Hatred a place that's laced with pearly gates.
resting the rest of the righteous next door to Norman Bates.
Truly yours, Black Hemingway.
Black Hemingway 2014©
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