Gazing into the distance,
Glimpsing an ethereal figure
Frozen in time's crystalized river.
These angel-eyed sinner's eyes grow bigger
Seeing the promise of eternity being delivered.
I loathe flowery language for the sake of being mystical.
The metaphoric mirror breaks when I go berserk, lyrical.
Dropping the apocalypse like something mythical.
The Shakesperan tragedy of miracles.
Creation has become a grandiose ritual
Done in the guise of something spiritual.
That's just, yeah...fuckin' awesome imagery man.
I'll def read more of your joints, maybe not post 200 on the first page next time though lol...
Stay upwards fam.
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