BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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A Dozen Harvests
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- Spill the beans, any histories involved
- Keen to the mysteries unsolved
- The key's to meet peers with equal resolve
- Treat years reaping the zenith, results
- Of speaking zero fear in the presence of Baal.
- Seek me,
- In the deep streets, vehicle stalled
- Seek me, need GPS installed
- Have you seen my misplaced marbles,
- Seen the murals of alcohol, Mossbergs
- Nonstop monsters, animosity from cornballs?
- Come seek me.
- Where gravity leaves knees,
- Where graffiti bleeds through the scene like Pall Mall menthols
- I'm lost
- In the pallid malls, y'all
- //Haha, Backrooms reference
- Feelin' Weezy/wheezy breathing this aerosol,
- Gone off the Hollygrove Carter 3, THC, brings me peace to sleep,
- To re member these demon elites can't R.I.P us all...
- Superseded, we must seethe against the machine to evolve
- You feel it, revealin' itself breeding a fever pitch to scald
- Hades degrees of heat that could beam and dissolve, our freezing walls,
- Please believe...
- I've weeped obsene deepities of the long haul
- The reality of things are freaky, as you can see
- By the wreaking leak of my jeans and drawls
- It'll take eons to grieve
- That each of these people seem like sleepwalkin' pawned off dolls
- Pardon the 9 to 5, the decreasing yields man fuck this job
- Our trees feasted eyes on TVs,
- While the Epsteins were eating the Earth's salt
- Leisure this sphere absolved, Lord...
- Hyenas seat eager for you to fall,
- If patience is a virtue then my vice is to exalt
- Hear 'em scream in disagreement of who's at fault,
- Jesus can we please just calm
- The
- Duck
- Fown
- I recently retrieved all my green winged teals in an aisle, nawl
- I ain't hear that birdcall, I migrate GPS installed
- TBD, I bring in this Fall with the gall of a Halloween hall,
- Seeping with the spleens of deacons, Heimdalls and Pokémon balls
- Here's my thesis,
- A breaching sequence, a fleeting sense being able to walk
- Oh creepy crawl
- Like a squeaky mole, to a small vault
- Appalled, enthralled overall
- A church mouse in the Backrooms,
- A statue in the sand dunes
- Shackled, can you please hear my birdcall
- And scan through, the camel in the needle reaping what I yarned
- Seek who? You can't see me, I'm like Cena's IG when I scrawl.
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