from being ill i'm in rehab,
call this a relapse,
free rap incidental,
don't write with a pencil,
scribe with the mental,
violent potential,
mine is essential,
your mind is a rental
-- who pays the rent?
say again? aliens?
maybe them.
you don't know you're crazy then,
you don't know your radiance,
join the ranks of lazy men
if you don't do the work.
i puke a verse of putrid words
until the verb usage nears fluent birth,
fluid nerves, sick but no influenza,
soul influencer, still move the earth
with a gust of wind, ENG, when i loose the verse.
think lucifer can do the worst?
no greater enemy in the universe
than the loss of human worth.
who can hurt... you more than yourself?
God gave me wings but i flew to dirt,
digging through but soon deterred.
assume you were - through the glare -
as someone with whom you could share
an embrace with. maybe that's basic.
love isn't lost, just been too long since you faced it.
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