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I AM A BEAUTIFUL METAMORPHIC EXPLODING CELL.MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE,THE TEMPLE I DERAIL.BEAMING FROM ME.ARE THREE.VAIRIANT TRAGIC LADIES.DIVIDING UP.SPECIOUS HUMPS.ASKING WHAT.MY MINDS A FRONT.THE DO OR DIE HAS RUN BY 6 OR 7 BILLION TIMES.and every time i try the die over takes my mental spryWHEN I LOOK AT THE WAY "IT HAS TO BE".it kills the power, I strive to be the natural me.MY JOB IS TO GIVE LIFE.MY GOAL IS TO THINK TWICE.MY TRIUMPH IS ALL THE TIMES I LOST THE FIGHT.MY MECANISM IS ALL OF MY PRIDE.morning time is when i inhale to exhale.the sun light gives me greater life.the thoughts so wicked i push out with the sollitude time.the raging bullet of ten thousand circuit realmsdeath exudes i scream for helptimely shadows out of placegod sucked me in and stole my healthstreaming thoughts of beligerent guilttorn into recharging death ive feltego shattering crimsons herecrystals shaving my innocent fearrace away i screamed so loudhide and seek i play in cloudsdust settling scorn from beltswhistling creeks inside i meltscream back to me from a mothers lungspraise unto me from a preachers gutsspill the horizon and make it darkcome unto me i am your godall these little facesall the little fazesall they know is what they seeall i hear is what i bleedcome unto me godcome unto me eternal rotcome unto me i am your godcome follow me where time is mere dots..as the pressure dropsand the time mountsthe razor cutsinto my mouththe barrier breachedthe seretonin seepsthe highest reachedinto cynical dreamsBUYERS RELOADchildren breathe hopemothers cant copedrugs die stonedTHIS BEAUTIFULmountain formedwhen forests explodethis is what is donewhen no one can becomebetter than whats taughtlosing was never foughtI aspire to dreamI believe better than medont let it be taken awaydont fight to stop the fightpeace is an epicanger is relentlessburdend are weif we believeburdend is the only thing we seeits not the message in the struggleits the action in the rebelit cannot complete unless reassured to bei am biggeri stand betteri can accomplishi cant be flawlessas the pressure dropsand the ears fadetheres more things to comelight in the daysand as the pressure dropsthe crying will stopas the pressure dropsthe human will flauntdont add a flame to the fireextinguish the hate with love to anotherthe activism only buildsthe energy waisted marching on hillscould be carried accroshelping the lostsearching for curesin inescapable turnsand as the pressure drops i ask of youlet it drop and be apart of the good view...SAFE FROM THE WHISTLING DEATHSAFE FOR THE PASSING PRESENTSAFE ABOUNDS THE WEAK MESAVE IS MY CRAVING..SCARED AND SHALLOW IS WHAT ITS BECOMEWEAK AND MALLICE IN THE TIME TO COME..SAFE FROM WHO I CAN BESAFE AND HIDING FROM MEEVERYONE IS STARINGNO ONES TRUELY CARINGTHE WORDS PRINTED ON MY FOREHEADTHE NEGATIVITY BEFORE HANDI AM SADI AM WEAKI NEED HELPHELP ME PLEASEWHO IVE BECOMEIS WHAT I HEARD FROM HER TONGUESCREAMING AT MEIM THE WORST POSSIBLYI AM A SLUTI AM A CUNTI HAVE NO FUTUREI HAVE BECOME...KNOWLEDGE IS A GIFT. EXUDING FROM THIS GIFT ARE ENLIGHTENMENT, POWER, STRENGTH, AND ABOVE ALL OPEN MINDS.INSTILLED IN US SINCE BIRTH IS A FIGMENT OF "TIME." TIME IS STRESSING OF THE HEART NOT A MATHEMATICAL EQUASION.GUILT IS WHAT WEVE KNOW FOR THE CONSEQUENSE OF NATURAL BEHAIVOR.ONE MAN WITH A STRONG AURA AROUND HIM AND HIS PERCEPTION CAUSED FOLLOWERS TO LIVE THE LIFE OF HIM AND CARRIED ON.LOOK AT YOURSELF IN A MIRROR YOU SEE YOU. CLOSE ONE EYE YOU SEE ANOTHER SIDE OF YOU. CLOSE BOTH EYES YOU SEE INSIDE YOU. IT'S ALL LAYERS OF TRUTH NONE ARE RIGHT NONE ARE WRONG IT JUST IS.MOST WILL HIDE ON THE SURFACE. THE SURFACE HIDES THE TRUTH. THE TRUTH HIDES THE LIES, AND THE LIES HIDE NOTHING.SECULAR IMAGERY AND SCEWED CIRCLES.FEAR IS A MADE UP PLATEAO THAT THE STRONG CAN OVERCOME BUT ONCE YOU HAVE OVERCOME WHAT IS LEFT.PEACE IS A UNIQUE COMBINATION OF FEELING. FEELING DERIVED FROM KNOWING YOU AND UNDERSTANDING.MEDITAION IS A HIGHER FORM OF POSSESING ENERGY AND SENDING IT OUT.THE SUN AND THE MOON ARE DIRRECT EXAMPLES OF LIFE ONE DARK ONE LIGHT. ONE GOOD ONE BAD. THE WORSE IT FEELS THE BETTER IT WILL FEEL THE DARKER IT GETS THE BRIGHTER IT WILL BE.HARMONY IS MISCELLANIES DIVERSIONS.HUMANITY IS ALL.ANY BELIEF NO MATTER HOW GREAT CAN BECOME DEFEATED. IN THAT I SAY I BELIEVE.FREEDOM IS ENJOYMENT.THE MATTER OF ENLIGHTENMENT ON EARTH IS DESCRY FROM BEYOND.A MAN STEWS IN HIS COGITATING LIVELYHOOD TO DISCOVER IT WAS NOTHING BUT A MYTH…AIM= IMTHEMARISSA