Tiny odd cycles cause bonfires within,
Time changing, mind shaping the oppression of sin.
Moving towards and not forward; recluse of all actions,
Tainting the heart that parts all emotions in closed caption
She told me to ...
Waltz thru with this corkscrew for an open celebration,
A settlement to settle in w/ out any dissertation.
Champagne with glass stained glimmers with art,
Half shaved iced flakes simply draping the scars.
Hidden with greed, the fellowship given to see,
Simply delves into sheets that other men have crept in to sleep.
Now the essence is grief cause the pain is no lesser w/ screams,
Attention, deceit, pleasure and pain all together in dreams.
Amor est.....
Only holding what's folding like being pressed into actions,
Never melting what was helping; the bills be rid of rations.
Creasing misters like sisters daily donation of wealth,
Securing while she's enduring the same company health.
If the devil wears Prada then not a soul has been seen
How is money being hungry when its never given free.
She could swear on what she cares about.. But it's never the truth,
Why does it take a mistake to finally settle with the abuse.
Amor est...
Is a triangle that dyes angles and ways to escape,
Only pressing forward thru horror that's always seen on display.
Amenities- always selling these fake emotions as remedies,
But cleverly being center pieced as the main focus of rage.
You did this to yourself... So what help should be deployed,
You fill in the void cause the boys only touched what you had employed.
Now it's twisted and sadistic but hell<--- is a place I can be,
I never heard a single no come from ur throat just screams of ecstasy.
No I'm stuck with this burden and I'm hurting for what?
Cause rape is rape and love is love- that's a roller coaster that's stuck.
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She told me to waltz on thru like a storm loot paying ends to meet,
Booze or no booze she been wanting to get it from me.
We adults- so fuck trying to settle the score,
I'm her father... She asked for it... Plus she the neighborhood whore.
I helped birth this bitch so my dick is the reason she lives,
Every birthday and Christmas she'd always plead to 5th.
Every time the hand struck my stand up... Act would give me some play,
Tell me whose your daddy and gladly she knows what already to say.
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I'm a sick pup- ejusdem generis... So I don't see nothing wrong,
I've always been about my family- just keeping the bloodline strong!