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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Writing affects your brain! So all I want to do is write craftier and harder, Using supercharged thoughts, converted from quantum data, Letting it rain, running through my veins, Seen, then caught by my Pen and paper that’s always on me, The greater angels oversee thee, In possession of the master key, Fallen angels, demons, detect and pursue with greed wanting me, So they can see what’s foreseen, by this writers understanding intellect, So it’s time!!!! Weighty refined rhymes for the intellectual elect, on cloud nine, Like Tetris, placing written strands in unity as motion proceeds crisper, The earthly “menace to society”, with whispered inwards idea’s from the word gods, Applauding the poetry lord underdogs, fast forward and pause, This brains the world’s future source and the chosen land, Literally the wisest literature outbursts expanding like the universe, Taking it back, diverse and old school, Home of the jewels but still dwelling with satanic obstacles, These blanket ya soul and misrule like church rules, Instead on to it, using powerful tools switching it up with upward techniques, On a streak lasting a long life time as I tweak these unique axioms that the devils immortals seek, Tardily as earth entities are weak, sickly sleepy, becoming known truths to some like a Wikileak, Squeaky clean proverbs throwing curve balls you can’t engage with, no sophisticated athletic semantics, Quick with my sixth sense, I won’t settle for second, I’m the dark horse, So with force I wanna go harder and harder, become smarter and remove haver, Keeping sharper, one hundred, an addict going out as a world class poetic martyr, Hard to understand letter acrobatics, stacking up linguistic equations like mathematics, I attack and fill up sacks with goodies, the giver like your Santa, this is my Mantra wrapped and delivered. Quincy Mac Date Written: 28.5.2016
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