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Epiphany

10/8/22


On it, worth the risk to me
You must be kidding me
Why live to be
In nothing but misery?

Just like that instantly
Another epiphany
Seeing it all vividly

Never was into me
But she took the L, so I'mma call her Hilary

Had no idea about my true versatility
The same can be said for what I do skillfully

She tried to switch on me
Being finicky
So I gave her the boot, Italy
Now every minute she
Texts about missing me

Never ended up knicking me
These boys think they funny
I'mma call em' Timothy

No matter all the trickery
It's been this way since the dawn of history
People fast to reach for artillery

A decline or rise in activity
Realize nothing is given free

If it's meant to it will be  
Otherwise, it'll occur differently

Nearby and across the distant seas
Close or way off in the trees
Truth surfacing or still remaining a mystery

Speaking honest or metaphysically
This is beyond a soliloquy
Too much of it is contradictory
I'm keeping my third eye open literally
Watching out my periphery
In order to maintain victory

All these fakes doing it artificially
Biting each other what good is the industry
A bunch of copycats and mini-me's
I'm always off large amounts of Christmas Tree
Sometimes it's citrusy
Occasionally I partake in wizardry
But never do I associate with any ministry
In the air the scent of hickory

Often it involved electricity
Then turned into a trilogy
There was no need for back-up or an infantry 
In order for there to be symmetry
It required consistency
As well as resiliency
In any vicinity

By now, do you think I care if it's a sin to me?
Believe it or not, like Ripleys
The slope always slippery
Can't let it go in the breeze
Or worry about chickadees
Seeing it all clear not just through vivid dreams

Still drinking and smoking like it's healing me
Truth be told it's slowly killing me

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