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Sktzo
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AWAKENING MINDS

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TELESCOPE of TIME

CATEGORY

just different

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My greatest weapon style, is to reconcile

Refusing to be heavens bile

As we watch the news of a severed child

Giving the appearance this world is forever wild

I REMAIN the eternally errant child

Running seven miles

Birthed into an experiment of excrement

So my temperament was never mild

And though an isolated being conflicted with freeing

I was simultaneously selected to have a sentimental smile

Never walk a path with irrelevant files

Consequently emerged eloquently expressing trials

Daring diction duplicity to be multiplied as insults supplied

I noticed the focus of locusts and how the cabal of cults survived

Having HIP HOPS usage to be spewing sewage

And intellectually defacing minds through generations

No longer do we witness praise of pioneers and the OG veneration

Simple syllable of sedation, held sacred yet causing provocation

While I journey through labyrinths of syntax formulation

Observing similar similies and simulations superimposed

Upon those opposed foes supposedly knowing me

Yet continuously seeking to be overthrowing me

I exhale octane and I boil with hot pain, with these flows in me

So I bestow the me you know through every flow and closing scene

Always disclosing the GODS and villainous foes in me

Some have granted me infinite power and others had frozen me

Now I'm continuously composing these, overly imposing screams

Aware that the demiurge was cursed on Earth

When the nomadic monad GOD had chosen me

And was given the golden key to be upholding these

Blessed to have these alien hybrid predisposing genes

Not much more to claim with indiscreet beholden memes

GOD is definitely holding me while unfolding me

An unfurled scroll held by a once droll troll that had molten me

Screaming Behemoth that was scorching and scolding me

But I kept upholding me, knowing some ideas were foreboding

I continue syllabically strolling and patrolling seas

Making sure to better manage my inner savage and damage

And not have the inner damage eternally be controlling me

This was written for YOU to feel enthused as you peruse my views

Yet truly written to better gauge my pain and be consoling me

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