(food for thought) I wrote some raps that made sure my life line, break in a scent of a reaper and insure my alligance that the other side may come soon, and im doomed may the room of my mother be blessed many moons, i suffer alot, that glass mirror on the ceiling get tough to watch and i aint tigh my stomach knots, and im not sure why im infatuated with death, my imagination is surely an aggrivation of threats, that could come about, coz the tongue is mighty powerful and i can name a list of yur favourites that could prolly vouch, maybe coz im a dreamer and sleep is the cousin of death.
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 15:49:59 +0000
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