My Spirit
When will I stop writing
Only death can stop me,
Even then, my persona
Lives forever and my verses
Will influence another reader,
To influence another so an entity
Would be formed,
Call that the resurrection of G
G be a another Gimmick,
So the flows will be kicking
And the individual will be scoring,
Power too looney to grasp
Hard to define, too bright to see
So its me and the holy angel,
Cup of milk be a sword of meat
To attain the great perception
The greater you as you read on,
Let my words posses you
As they enter your mind,
Rearranging thoughts and reconnecting neurons to cause reasoning,
And further understanding as you see
The gab in one than all,
So one connects to the code of self
To perceiving the dream in the world,
That every bodies sleeping,
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