"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Scalpels, Knives, A dream of severance. A deliverance of evil, While living in contradiction... Although surgical in my analysis of others, I fail to slap a bandaid on my personal wounds administered by Palms of Death. A sword of light, Of all things... Every kiss blown, A preinducement of seduction, Of the finest kind. Because,... Continue Reading →
Generations upon generations have we been poisoning ourselves with the same belief. Same patterns keeping our own people stuck in the weeds, Whether it be marijuana trees, Crack rocks, Ideas as ancient as draconian measures or a sitcom on TV... Riddled by vicious cycles, Maelstroms. Tornadoes. Natural disasters we all create throughout our lives, Internally.... Continue Reading →
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