etched to a shadow realm I yearn for conviction

not even a saint but my cousin claiming demon

just a blind side of anger issues I needed inner standing on top of my dealings

been creeping

stealth mode knocking some speaker, forever lonely

consequence of love I prayed to have experienced

my bread bag is full of blue ruin I’m speaking from the heart and just flexing my sternum

remember I used to push in her sternum

sending her verses

bringing us service to a troubled mended heart from feeling emotionally abandoned

Now we apart gracefully wishing for purpose

wishing for purpose

look

and fuck earth fuck hell fuck heaven fuck mirth

fuck growth fuck presence fuck leverage

fuck reverence fuck connection fuck a blessing

my 36 chambers

put you in good hands with God himself

skin you for all your faith

like tell me how a soul really hastes itself to a manger

then preach you the aftermath of a decayed “wallahi”

my greatest desire in my heart is ripping shit off its fissure

Miyamoto Musashi

accessorize every lie that came to light they failed to manage,

out of love by a necklace of tongues

my 156.680.21 code cracked deposition of every hero being only a sandwich

how they switch on me for sake of brandish

fuck a karma fuck a martyr

by the time I’m done and gone they going to have Kendrick singing about my dying of thirst

praying I repent back to God