All the digits are binary thoughts. lots of ones and lots of noughts. The logic gates open wide. linear, so nothing can hide. Wanna solution to the code? Step back enter my abode. Over there look to the brain working, to where it was shook lazy cells are shirking. The fear inside shaking. Memories remaking. Neural linguistic breaking. Mothers voice calming the way. The enemy within today. they hold your mind in clay. When your too scared to play. They are we, Im high. Spiritual poverty, minds eye, ceremonial carbon fires. Pharmaceutical pyres So the beat of the heart! To the smell of the fart. Toilet humours of the smart The bowelistic chart Vomiting art! The gigo of the eat! Thr right feed of the wheat. Then the bastards cheat. Let you medicine be you mind. and run the fuel of herb kind. Till that day I shall grind. And shout colours at the blind. Now step back from this hall. For tomorrow, I undo another wall. And still conclude...What a ball! :)
Posted on: Sat, 26 Oct 2013 07:55:49 +0000
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