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WRITING GAME IS ON 

Part 3

Could this mean it’s a dream like what many people say,
They display true belief in a belief full of beliefs and conceptual writings,
Just like this, I risk my writer’s voice to this life, amazingly perceived so sweet,
I don’t tweet, sit beneath, and bow to any one or thing,
you know you should really think about what this is saying,
Lost in translation, relate to nothing, no comprehension, this should be shun,
As long as we feel the heat from under the sun, 
Most run to and fro, like a sicko, runs and runs and when he’s done,
Contemplates physical sick acts done under our heavenly sun,
Entering into evil at birth, heavenly creature learning in any given way,
Low level displayed acts may never wake up on earth as we walk on it every day,
We face decay, created by mindful ignorance, wanting it for bliss, bliss you get,
But I detect what you lack, no stacked up knowledge, so you forget,
We have never meet, I disinfect those that are weak and seek,
Seekers seeking someones feet to kiss, dismiss rinse your hands and be glad,
I didn’t get frustrated and mad, forgave very fast, fast processes understood as I stand,
I’m a man under estimated, but I like it that way, haha just playing with words, 
Hectic mathematic poetic infected with sickness of the truth, heard and sealed.  
Whats the deal as healing is happening around the world, concealed and sealed the seal,
Yeah is that even ideal to even contemplate taking the risks, you’re a sick system,
Deception eats them, attempts after attempts, 
Can’t listen to concepts that lead to the truth,
Loosely Loose words intercept to give us a meaning,
But I’m screaming don’t except everything that’s sounds meaningful,
Make some mindful aware rules, installed and programmed intelligence on the pedestal,
Maxed out like Max Planck, asking questions? Or given questions to answer?
Advanced………….. I will disarm ya with investigation in relation to your imagination, 
Stung, Love Won, CONSCIOUSNESS Blessed.

Quincy Mac
date written: 7.12.2015
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