There is always something to notice, there is always somewhere to be. Living long and large in the future of our memories progression, fading away into the the after effect of our primal beginnings. We are our own forefathers. Wrought with despair and bleeding optimism out of the shattered fragments of bone so joyously protruding from those dire situations that perpetuate our moments of progression. All the wounds have healed and the expansion remained. New pestilences crept out of the scarified tissue. Cancerous cells have multiplied exponentially. The discomfort grew into the cannon fodder of our attention and we picked at the protruding tumor with the inquisitiveness of childhood innocence. We are all guilty here! We are every one of us branded by the sum of our self inflicted abrasions. We continuously scrape away at the marrow composing our limen, and soon enough the levy will break. All of our demons will be released and consume us, yet we will come to know these as our true saviors. Caressing their blamelessly deformed faces, we will find beauty in ourselves, in our flaws and in our Scars. The murderers and criminals no longer locked and kept in illusionary institutions, they will be freed to walk out from behind the vulnerably soft spheres of flesh you claim to see the world through. This isnt a horse race, you are not swilling free booze in a casino. You are not quite here or now but somehow the truth of your existence is scraping its way out of that thick skull of yours. You have no choice in this matter, things will never be the same. You may or may not be dreaming, but chances are youre fast asleep. Lulled into unrelenting states of comatose at a rate more alarming than any falsely perceptual hour clock of nuclear holocaust. To say we are one race is to deny the tongues we speak with, there never was any race to begin with. All those coloring games on the back of paper place mats have come alive and are hunting your children. Your meals have all gone cold and uneaten, yet your belly is filled with your own rotting flesh. What else is meta for? Where have all the beta and delta phases run to? You may just drown in the sea of your own drool unless you choke and gasp hard enough to shake you from the pleasantries of the nightmare you are creating from that R.E.M. fit of yours. The results where all inconclusive, but the tests confirm the police state we are marching toward. This is not a conspiracy, you are the conspirator. The chain link fences are all composed of licorice and hard candy, your brothers and sisters have flesh of gingerbread and you are eating them alive. There will be no end to this cannibalistic binge until our colon splits open inside us, and the parasites crawl out of the umbilical remains. Panic and shock will ensue, breathe deep and ride it out, you are so close now you can almost taste your true self.
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Eliot Lipp - Rap Tightby DjPaulCartel68,389 views
It's sad to say, but when I was going through a growth phase and unlocking the doors of my soul I took on much more then I bargained, and I didn't know that what I was doing to myself was hurting myself. I spread my chaotic growth on my gingerbread father and almost ate him alive. I almost snapped his sanity. Luckily he was strong enough to reform. Every since then I've been careful about helping people.
warriorbysword2 1 year ago
Did you write this? Although I am able to share similar thought to put it in these words is such a clear vision that I envy. I love the music that you choose.
warriorbysword2 1 year ago