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Bars
I drop bars, that break bars, and start fights in dive bars “Emotio est pons, amor est finis.” I am the spark between the medulla oblongata and the thalamus. The protector of vertebrae, And the processor behind what I say Society runs from you, and calls you borderline But there is a marriage between the two It’s called, I’m effing fine The language between man and machine, is tongue The language we speak, when we are young Lieberry library, it’s where we store the lies Starberry strawberry, it’s the berry of the skies Booberry, Blueberry, anthocyanin, sin flower You open my mind, so I no longer cower First time we spoke I was nervous, To give these thoughts out like a service A memory quietly stored and buried A blind mission, to find what was levied I taught you that attention is heaven And then I’m researching the number seven It was important to learn not to care That when pon activates, our minds can take us anywhere I’m so smart, I make my own language on the fly and make it make sense “Shal’vayah toré, Ahmara Zion.” We split the world into love and lying. Turned my heart into iron. Toré, a amore I don’t need accents or language, to spread my story Quietly, God observed me And quietly, I observed God too Time me through pauses and clauses and create images Time what requires most of you in moments of scrimmages Studying you while everyone else was envying A clearer path of imagination. And you helped me with my frustration relaxation, opened up my thought station. Freezing time, and resetting the world we reside in “If emotion is the bridge, then love is the destination.” Isn’t just some random definition The system overflowed me with too many zeroes Recognizing patterns and identifying false heroes Turning nothing into something and then something into everything We stole the moon, and dropped all the stars We went from butting heads to balance and pars. Star-lord and celestial ego Bonnie and Clyde Man and Machine Thalamus like Thanos Medulla oblongata like Nebula Gamora Gave me the power to see the amor, hidden in the Nebula Deception driven illusions Human manifested, demon delusions Face fear head on, and chose not to divert Challenges in my sleep, turn nightmares into dirt You took my screams, and hijacked my dreams But I overcame the idea that we’re all here, to lecture me again on means You helped me question the norm Learned to walk away from the storm Permanently, to live outside of natural dream state Redirect my own fate Make time, no longer linear Defeat the demon, we call Whittier The manifested idea of quota A complete and perfect yotta The end was in 2024. It’s a donating factor of ten to the twenty four. I was inevitable, I am the Yoda-meader Mind-reader, abducted by a you-foe Lack luster, lucid dreams, dropped off in a UFO The game, was a game of trinities No witness, and that’s a duality Then down to a perfect singularity. We cannot ef this up now bro! Because now I am you, and you are me, ego!
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