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White Earl
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Title: Believing is Art.
Started off neatly drafting looks of graffitti, in black books where his pieces just sat there incompleted Competed with geniuses of the craft, graphed devious words of wrath wherever it seemed strategic Eventually city streets were just memories, he would leave the scene of the crime once its committed no limit to his vivid depictions of innocent images, in murals he'd published without fucking permission fuck it -he's gifted, as luck would have it his rustoleum habit grew absent, drank jack til he puked awakened after a few hours of true powerless human root outtages, recouped out of it and fathomed his youth from an immaculate view he grew, started scratching marble nd particles flew, partly amused but hard to ignore Felt for sure his carpentors chores would keep him sharp in the world of art, and his skills often matured Not sure, but thought his talents to be accord to him by luciferian journeyman who brought knowledge so he constructed occult golems, who walked the fine line between being worth nothing nd top dollar They would privately slolem from stair top to bottom, trying not to debauch him from craftmanship Had he ever imagined this, black magic shit, he himself wouldn't have had a glimpse or practiced it His own personal cataclysm's at hand, he's been having visions of man turned prisoner in famine nd chains Can't imagine the strain its put on his capitol gain, he has to refrain, observie the next passing of days Title: Life Like. Walking down the streets, its tough trying not to rob But when you just wrecked your truck its hard to find a fuckin job to many problems in my pile, don't nothing stack better Homie hit me last night, with a bad fucking track record All this tension adds pressure, got a huge fuckin migraine Thinkin bout the baby nine, but wouldn't you up in my place? I Been Irate man, cause it was all good just a year go Spoke some common sense, I was to deaf to hear it though Now I need a miracle, before I let some tears expose Had a dream once, now nightmares the only things that appear in those its all immaterial, trapped by the beast being eaten by concern Bout to shoot stolen guns that ain't even mine to burn Why I gotta learn shit the hard fuckin ways and I'm cawfuckincasion So if you black and you strugglin, get off of that race shit Face it, cause I'm about two seconds from droppin this phone And going next door to the neighbors house and robbing their home But I don't want my problems to grow, no, not in the least Aunt and uncle don't want me here cause I'm not in the lease Well no shit man -obviously, saying that I should let god intervene Pulled my pentacle off my neck and said I'm not on the team.. Title: "I have found the paradox, that if you loves until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." Mother Teresa Met a man with a heart, who knows of a cross heavier than I ever knew Been strapped to his back for twelve years, and he'll die with it to Psychological feud inside he's completely designed, defeating his mind An aquarius that lets his character flaws simply eat him alive His demeanor is fine cause he hides knowing how he's supposed to act Socializes in public to ballance and counter his role of the zodiacs Alone he's a sociapath, at home in his own zone its hell and he's heartless The biggest problem is that he needs to be by himself to recharge him Daydreams about martians, he studies things like free masons and satan Not sure where his allegiance is aimed and has nobody to save him Been everything from a nothing to naphen, from a drunk to a bum Never knew the feeling of being loved, until one day someone does During his phase as a thug, she was put in his way for some reason Or maybe he was put in her way and gave her someone to believe in The comfort was even, neither one of them knew what was in store Spent every minute they had together, then they wanted some more Spoke of troubling wars, and what they went through in their lives As ugly as her stories were, he couldn't see past her beautiful eyes Her pain was truly disguised, he wore his on his face clearer than day And couldn't understand the smile she wore when his appearance was made Everyone elses was clearly a fake, he intimidated most with his presence But she was different, what she demonstrated showed independence They started exposing their friendship to be a little deeper and true And every night she got a chance, she would let him sneak in her room Didn't care what people assumed, soon he was moving into the house And every time she spread her legs, he was digging her out Of course she was bound to get pregnant, and she eventually did A miscarriage or two later, they would end up with a feminine kid He was never convinced that he needed to change, not even today They went there seperate ways even though he pleaded to stay Love indeed is his pain, this man is such a fucking creature of habits But can't fall for another, she found love and doesn't need him to have it
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-A.bove T.he R.est |
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