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uhm... yeh
uhm... yeh
i flip more condratictive fists
then che... the way i swing this suiced shotgun
run the last step and met with the end
then mental bliss, kiss baby jesus
then cruficy his psserby...wave a sigh
cry for the newfoundland ran along the sand
the man who could topple a mountain
satan is far behind this deviant erand
i swim in a world of leeches...
see the preachers seek for yah
be the ones that take the flesh and burn
yearn to learn till the medicine life reaps the soul
the goal blurred by a known terror...
permanent error... see as the world crumbles
double as a clown and run for the breaking coast
roast the last sun blaze into nothing, no boast
toast to the overwhelming sadness of the end
mend the last hurting children better and leave satisfied
cried the last tear out of the heart felt fear
turn the gears towards joy...
emotions no longer a toy rejoice
the voice from within beckons...
i reckon...
its about time we see that its time to climb
pull over the hill of problemes cold cut, like poverty.
laws, caught in the jaws of the corperate maw
saw the last sunrise and set...
im met with a mechanical jesus
.... jesus.
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hmm, nice writing, i liked ur structure, made it flow good, your vocabulary was good, nice rhyming, and i felt great emotion here, this piece was really deep, good metaphores too. i liked it, but it could have been longer ;)
oh and better get 2 links before brixton comes :o
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this was hot yo i like it good vocab and defintely hot flow
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