most artist don't believe this some know it's true " you must call something to get it to come to you" it's wealth to gain but only change "if you don't pay the Muse" sounds a bit "Hocus Pocus" but true taking credit is like taking a charge for crimes that don't belong to you though you only see two many hands are assisting you imagination can only go so far nothing in life is new why am I telling this to you "I don't know" maybe I'm supposed to like a sniper sees the shot and takes it like an assassin taking assessment when and how to deliver a message to the masses standing here covered in ashes holding a torch trying to pass it don't ask it just take it if it sleep shake it that's how you awake it
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Yes, we must always give thanks to the Creator and His many creatures who continue to help in keeping our creative womb pregnant with birthing poetic words of inspirations. Thanks for another such inspiration. On point. Peace and Love. |
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Tulaa place where people go sometimes there they die a child is born spirit enters then the baby cries a brief encounter with a angel on a elevator ride heard a prophetic word long before its time |