DEFENDER'S RAP

• lately i've been arriving at absent minded
• like half of the time i'm as blind as bat to what actually might be happenin
• inside of it within of the background
• like i'm 2 people attatched together by some kind of an invisible bind some how
• and one of em fabricates and designs my life with clouds
• hiding increasing amounts of the facts from out of perceived sight down
• wthin of obscene heights and hidden inbehind of the peaks of mountains
• swimming in a bound for the light from beneath of the violent webs of weeds
• in the sea floor drownin
• an alternate me that keeps shrouding and deleting all the sounds
• no freedom is left to shout if I can't even hear what is near around
• while scenery is impounded left freezing in the ground
• like a winter season is what amounts to whats left to be found
• after being triple filtered and rewound
• is this image even real or a fiction reel thats wound on the movies screen
• as a fantasy and fabricated realm
• please direct from its fountain stream of hell
• before I douse myself up in gasoline and with the heat from the match I melt
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