Fucking profound?
What the fuck have you found?
Where the fuck have you been?
Where the fuck is your crown?
Who the fuck made you feel like you've done something right?
Like mediocrity stopped to see prophecy light?
Like feeding property poverty 'properly' might feed your sovereign monocracy chasing my odyssey?
Characters thicken the plot
You let the gas leak til recptors can set off a spark
As the brain is the core and the world is the figment
Imagination is truth - Their opinion's malignant.
The center of existence, and the only thing real
Is not what your hear, smell or touch, see or feel
But what you create in your mind as the vision of life
Now engage, act, and never think twice
Nova, we've been through a lot, and I'm honestly not gonna hop on this train called security.
Maybe we've traded our brain for impurity
Surely I haven't been evil incurably
Sorely I've mismatched my goal for maturity
Never discourage me - Where would my courage be?
Flourishing?
Can't leave my passion for currency Much less regress in the stress striken mess that is currently
Blessing my 'future' with rich independency
I'll stab at that artery endlessly.
I'll grab all the breath and I'll strangle relentlessly
Till no more breath's left in the chest of that legacy.
And I know your philosophy's sitting across from me
Waiting for weakness to show me the source of the
Misguided visions, impulsive decisions, collisions of wisdoms, and internal sorcery.
Often we forcefully offer the course which we feel reinforces the source of our coffers
But I'm not thinking money, I'm thinking regret
And that's why I do, while you seek to prevent
I won't find myself without youth to attempt,
Having accomplished no part of our nature's intent.
Your enemy is struggle - My enemy is boredom
Your life is a puzzle - My life is a portion
Of something eternal escaping abortion
Of magnificant dreams, cause I never ignore them.
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