Poe, Lit it Cool
• Written by D-Long-
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Down with a #substance
Ground where the Sub stands
Found that you're nothing
But a Hound with some stub hands
There's no reaching me, no reasoning
Low seasoning, I'm breathing fiends (And Fumes)
I'm eating, seems you're burning paper
No easy weed, You wreak of seed
Wrapped with #constitution
Constant losing, That's your recent thing
Packed, I'm on some new shit
Honest bruises, That's unleashing dreams
Be my passenger, imagine your means
Be matching regimes, A wrath on a seam
Tracking the factor you lacked 'fore this
Add-up of schemes, acting on Adam and Eve
Grasping the strings of reality, Out of my scenes
I mean senses, I'm senseless, A sentence
That sends these ambassadors' scatter extreme
Bombed to blood, Can't keep the peace-is
The Reaper greedy or Sheep too needy
Beat and bleeding, I treatin' Species
Like Cheaper fleeces, A heap of specie*
Do you get what I suggest?
Do you get what I suspect?
Even #individuals are indivisible
In #media eyes, meet in disguise
Meteor size, #Persuade the world
Of its devious side breaching the sky
A tedious life becomes a reason to try
Achieving demise, but the Question is
Are you coming to the after #party
Because that's where all people reside
in #silence. Shhhhh... it's a surprise.
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D-Long-
Member since December 24 2013