Killer Imagination
Killer Imagination.
As I travel back into my mind once again...
Killer Imagination strikes once again.
A feeling of myself becoming color-blind.
Seeing black walls painted down white halls.
Where the screams of names repeat over & over echoing louder than softer.
Lost thoughts of Reminiscing on the color of the bud I inhaled. While failing math back on that Maybach Yacht during summer vacation.
Was it green? or a printed image being project from be-hind the scene?
Blowing invisible trees down, having a mental breakdown. Questions erupt hidden behind the clown with the big red nose.
Open the water hose look through the secondary rabbit hole.
Open your eyes expand your ears & inhale the vast collection of sight & discover the truth hidden behind the light. The image from imagination how it creates 7 destroys an entire nation.
If the mind is a powerful creation is, it not possible that we live deep inside it. Projecting images of our deepest desires. Making “reality” a lie-lity where everything is seen as a lie. It’s funny how it rhymes with Die& Why.
Like why are we here? Why we die? Is there an after-lie (F)? Why only 15% out 100 is kept hidden from the eyes of Humans to mammals. Why there is a why & what is it?
When we die would we have to apply to live in the after-life? Or is that also another lie told by your Ma & Pa.
Killer imagination is speaking through my words. His questions are being laid out to ask why is? My mind going insane, Why is my heart beating to an unknown rhymtic rhyme, Why is the sky blue & the clouds white, Why is scientist saying anything where they don’t know what the truth & it aches.
-Killer Imagination is clocking out.
-Killer Imagination.
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