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WoRDs FoR YouR WoRDS Mz_BoMBeR
I tell you….. You have given me greater joy, inner twine times with enemies demise, My enemies cry, for there own worth and let downs of pains, not mine I am comfortable, Surrounding myself with cheap tricks of persecutions As I sit writing, Fear of my own fall, im only building up my executions Troubled, I sense that I will die more then one time without question Once for each time I lied to myself on plans and dreams, that was destined I have many snakes set against my lower but none as strong as me I slice my own skin until I can barely feel my heart constrict when I breathe And still I take time to tell you…… Harvest is waited upon until right times to reap that which was sewn So I carefully picc lines from my brain, hoping they’re prepared and grown Let them trample me, 4 My outer stitches shield rows of demented classics And I would choose to die under feet, before I release this hate I have ravished I feel I have raped my words to the point they feel bludgeoned and unworthy So I cradle them with mercy then turn my back and push them out to be worldly They tear into simplistic tethers and stain thoughtless angers with no remorse They are my words, but I betray them with shame, against me in full force But once more I will tell you…… If you don’t watch steps taken, then steps to come are like new born fantasies Stumbling on common rituals, when u should be climbing characters with ease Your merely a tool used as u are needed, Importance? Yes, but short lived Hands only show u compassion when u falsify claims of birthing kids Rejoice child, younger minds are soiled with burdened cries so quicc Pleas to protect wat once saved your life, grounds will fall hard upon it Helpless have hopes of bigger homes pocessed by the sinner crowds But do my hopes speak big enough to make u fall down and seek powers? So now wat will you tell me……. |