The Chosen One
My odds feel slim as a stick figure but my desire thicker than Monique and three golden
corrals, the competition is higher up than Yao on Shaq's shoulders but who can write
with deeper meaning like a bottomless pit that's really my mind's great divide like Blue
Bell with only 2 flavors and a gold rim, fresh imagination making it easy for me to word
the painting I'm putting on the back of your intellect so beautiful it'll have you lustful for
intercourse with the text itself, excuse me as I breeze past the assumptions of
becoming arrogant and self centered speaking with a spotlight and nothing less to
sway the masses but my own pure skills, move aside please I have mountains of
oppression and depression to move from the slums in my mind named last resort
towards the demolition yards called triumph and victory, follow me as I guide loved
ones and good souls back across the sea filled with their tears shed over periods of
pain and turmoil, before we begin this journey take a last glance back waving goodbye
to others who wish to join us but can't make the change from frozen still to 100 miles
and running to catch up with our current standing. -poetic
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