Out of This World
How do you mock he who's chosen by the Gods?
Enslaved minds failing to acknowledge the reality before their eyes,
Cut from different cloths courage cooked from different pots,
Guess I died long ago I'm just living the minutes attached to this mortal flesh,
Breath anxious to part this earth,
You still are trying to piece these lines while I bring peace to your souls, spiritually.
My mind is not mortal; my thoughts are not of the living,
Way passed the human time zone, there I go like a star shot,
Left your mind twerking in confusion, a dust heading into forever on a mission
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