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Fuck you all

I'll write what I write 

IPTs got nuthin on me 

I'm OP

Nuthin but me

No books

No cds

No rips

No trips

Just verse 

Beautiful terse

Angry, loving

Sober iotas

From my own

Unilateral

omiverse,

No limits,

No quota

The

I am,

the source 

Referenced or ignored

No one paints me like me

No one has my colours to bleed

I cut where I cut

I pour from where i pour

May you savour and ingest 

And forever fail to manifest

What is mine alone

But gladly shared

the aspire, 

By us.

I haunt your verse

Till the end of time

Graciously accepting

The truth you cannot accept as mine

I was there at the beginning 

And I will be there till your end.

What a wonderful gift it is

To see myself 

Through your 

Style

I live,

I spread like a healing cancer

The tension ever suspended

in doubtfull assurity of the creative spirit

That bleeds over your offerings

Some finish

Some start

I set apart

In this 

Space

I write

IPTs

got nuthin from me

I didn't already want to give

Comfort is such a boring place

Why not take from me?