This is poetry...candlewick to a lamp
Ursäkta om jag lånar 4 minuter av eran dyrbara tid. Blev mycket nöjd med detta lilla djupa work of art så ta er gärna den tid det krävs för att kliva in... "Dress me up to get stressed up for what reason? My soul is hot as hell still it isn’t a hot season Rhyme, Reason look at the crowd stuck freezing Shrug at me, I still bubble poetry built for you Delivering shivering cold blows still so true This here is something for you when feeling blue Keel and fuse your knees together, feel the use- Of words delivered loud from an open mouth Straight into your hearts on an hopeful route I sloped in bouts, but grabbed the mic tightly Slight exited to show my might in the limelight Blizz might rhyme nice, see the divine shine on paper or stage diplaying my skills and such I’ve been building lusts for filling under crusts Use my voice as thunder to crush and get under- The skin of the one that listen to make ‘em wonder What’s he talking about? What’s his mission? Stop, sit, listen, I’ll take you outta this prison Outta this frame of hope, hate and suspicion This here is the greatest of visions, so listen now This isn’t how you can get faded with life The way to do that is with a blade from a knife So raise your hand slice from the left to the right If that’s you’re choice then your quest isn’t right Leaving the family and friends left in despise So be true to the self and self will respect you Bad thoughts is a sign not to neglect through- Seek contact, that’s what I did when I fell deep Into the depths of depression and held sleep- As the greatest enemy of all time in my living life we have on earth is something we’re giving so don’t take a life and show that you’re quitting I didn’t, though I wanted to finish the misery Diminish the history n become one with the soil Hell’s gates were open I was waiting to boil the wax became oil and the wick didn’t spoil this fire burns on but its flame entered a lamp so see me here centered staged with the stand got three wishes left while rubbing my hands let’s get them out now before leaving this land now let me dream and wish away..." pz!
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." ---Albert Einstein
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