THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

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I've got no idea what I'm supporting
Do I find the ends meet or is freedom deporting
I'm in dreary pools of deli***y
Couldn't retell my story filled the end with prophecy
I'm engaging and stray from the credence.
I fell in the deep end. It's dismantled my liscence
I've got plenty of sadistic humor.
and serve jingles with a side of carnivore.
My body sweating from the pores.
The best dinner ware that money can afford.
pull a blade like a sword. Guessing my predicament.
The fiddle is a warm blend of eloquent tolerance.
its redeeming my melody. Treatment for amnesty.
My agony won't supercede the agreement in totality.
Some jargon for those gifted with tongue and cheek.
up heave the outcome. Which is a prolonged defeat