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Poeticely I'm alone, feel So far away from home
Confusing right with the wrong, This is a sad love song
Hope its too not long, Til I find where I belong
Turn left, I see a brick wall, Contemplating my next fall
Why to a giant must i feel so dam small?
But fuck it, i stand tall, Through narrow brick halls

Its like the song on repeat, Never missing a beat
Making sure I feel, The hotness in its heat, N the presense that it reap
Close my mouth, Cease me to speak
Its mighty hand is put down, It laughs as I grow weak
Through the night I feel it creep, Through my pours its blood seaps

Why does it feel so haunted?
Get it out my soul, I don't want it

But it knows i'll refuse, even tho im so confused
How do I begin to choose?, To abide by These strange rules
Tarot cards, Its something like the emperor silently guiding targeted fools
Its magic as its tool,

Its purpose set to do, Magic like voodoo

Who is it? Its irrelevant
Once upon a time, heaven sent
Down from the skies to the pavement
Firerey substances through his vents
My soul, has become its  tent
His anger, im suppose to vent
Wake up the next day Like where the hell has my mind went?

Nowhere, Cuz he's there
That's right, He's here
If its dark, He's near, Silent energy that reeks fear
Close my eyes as I think, His face shows in the rear, Pure darkness in the place
As it moves without trace
Yet there's a voice, But no face
As thoughts fly back n fourth
Competing, its a race
im sprinting, im Running to first place, As it touches second base
I'm venting to the pad, 111 pleading its case
these digits won't erase, First place sprinter, I watch them chase

Insomina, I can't rest
Strange thoughts, guess this my test, i feel lost, i confess

Woke up, now i got so many dam questions
through hidden possession, Driven filled agression
One step closer, thats Progression

operation get out, Its class, In session
Through my poetic connection

tell me...How's this for n honest confession?