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Failure Factory

I was born in a factory. 
A factory that almost brainwashed me.
I've been raised to believe,
that love for others makes me strong,
that self-hatred makes me weak.
I've been raised to believe,
that feelings matter
and that truth is less important
than our own definition of emotional justice, 
and justice in terms of self-value.
which is merely
constructed out of our own selfishness,
in a vain attempt to hide our shame and awareness of 
our folly. 

I've been raised to believe 
that maturity cannot exist, without someone there
with you every step of the way,
that friendship is unlimited,
and socialness is key to a truly fulfilling life.
In actuality, being social, if we're lucky, left scars,
and if not, got us killed.
We rely so much on someone, we neglect our own needs

I've been raised to believe, not know. 
I've been raised in simplicity,
wrapped in blankets of simple ideas.
My mother told me I was a complex person.

"Good." I said. "That means i'm not getting dumber."

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Prom Flex 'Explicit'

alright
tonight's the night

time to dress my best, 
which is the best

Red off white flannel shirt with black sleeves, 600 i think

i was going to wear that black off white flannel hoodie, one and a half racks, 
but i think the dior zip shoes that match that look tacky, like mustard on takis.
so, i guess i'll just get some red october yeezy somethings, 11 racks. Rick owens with black laces to match the sleeves and finally
Valentino hat, 400, psh. That make me look broke. Not even a light flex. Dior bucket hat from stockx, still in the mail, out for delivery but i dont got time. 

I gotta go. 
Go with my bro. 


we at the entrance, paid 100, told him keep the change cause he need it, and we in as soon as it open
Damn im hungry. So im waiting, 40 mins later, some tacos, horchata, we in, we just vibing. Opps staring, im glaring like " you doing here" kinda look.  

Look i aint no dicaprio, but errybody look good when they rich.
Oop, look who talking  now!
Opps mad, hoes mad, cause this dumb hoe asked me to dance with her and i was like who is you? You aint nobody i'm tryna vibe.
Funny thing is, they getting mad at a loner. 
I'm too good for es anyway. That's why im always alone.
I wanna go home, play gta5 mods, and eat chips, and flex on the gram!
So i take a picture in the ballroom, and get out cause i might get robbed soon. Bro, in the bape
I tell him 
"come on! We gotta go!"
He grab his fendi bag
We get in the Charger
Whoosh!
Wanna 'pologize
, we gone!

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Indifference

What difference does my endless pool of excuses make?

Do I not realize that my inarticulate sigh of agony 
is diluted in a sea of decomposing silence, 
with negative noise foaming at the pores of particle nonsense, 
and false memories of perfect bliss,
 in the process of reducing me
 to utterly insignificant screeching?

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Trench War

The gray envelops
And swallows whole.
The teeth are in the skull

And if they ever come out,
They are chewed up.

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A Heart of Gold Can Still Be Broken

Weakness lies in the heart of gold,
a heart of gold can still be broken.
O man of empathy, so naive,
who gives until all has been taken.

Hearts of gold are unsustainable,
their foundations appear strong and true,
but life, stalking, like a lion, 
hiding in the tall grass, unexpected as always,

He rips, and tears, far beyond repair!
Oh, what a fib! Such claptrap, and twaddle!
Do you still claim your heart to be
made out of some precious metal?

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Target

You, a glaring red dot sits on the center of my radar.

ignorant of the crosshairs that dance all over your vulnerable being...

unable to see the lasers fixed on your head...

unable to see past yourself...

you dodged, you crept, you ran, you hid, 
you cowered and sweated 
like a rat in a canyon 
and all of a sudden 
you think you're God.

well, news flash:
you're just a red dot on my radar, aimlessly rushing nowhere...

The only way that fact will get through your head is this bullet.

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Lupus

Oh, the ignominy of being a skeptic!
My friends abandoned me in their typical fashion:
A mocking wave of the brow, and a pitiless grimace.


A shadow lumbers across the hall of time.
The light at the end of the tunnel
is Death by his lampost, his cold scythe in hand.
We pounce at the day like a lion,
only for it to slip out of our prying arms,
leaving nothing but thumbtacks in our skin,
But the cruelness beyond us is the least of our crisis.
We are flailing, tumbling, gliding and cartwheeling like a plastic bag
to an inner, unintentional suicide.

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Time To Kill

We do not have time to kill.

If time is wasted, it pays you back with your failure.
If time is lost, it pays you back with emptiness.
If time passes, it pays you with age.

Time is the most successful serial killer.

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Wind's Scandal

Out, OUT, brief candle!
Stupid rose, wilt for all I care!
Let the children hear the wind's scandal,
and rage with no regard for air.
What will be left, not even their sandals!
Only echoes of devilish dares
that we can hear in the growling vandal:
A fire that knows not what is fair.

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If Words Can Kill

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can't hurt me.
I can always call your bluff.
If i can kill you with just words, then I'd be happy.
Because my action does not kill you fast enough.

I've been working on myself, and doing something. Another hobby, in disguise.
When I'm finished with the something that I'm doing. 
I'll have you paralyzed and choking on your lies.

Now I'm on a perfect streak of stunning victory.
Great and small, i conquer monumental tasks.
I can't help but feel like living is a victory.
Cause im not worried how long this feeling will last.

I take a final look at everything I've been through,
And then i turn to all the goals i have achieved.
Looking back, this wouldn't seem like where I came from.
But God, i'm glad I finally got the chance to leave.

Of course there's still plenty of people who still hate me.
They see me on TV and shake their fist.
Despite the fact that they may or may not have known me.
They're trapped in my world they barely do exist.

But even friends i've left behind congratulate me.
Even after I raked my happy memories in the mud
When i was in the dark, plotting and scheming.
So i shed a tear and give them a big hug!

The past floats in my mind from time to time,
Long after both friends and enemies have passed away.
I thank you, dear doubter, for saying one wrong thing.
Because that word had changed the world, and it's mine today.

I creep slowly throw the hall and take it easy.
I go outside and buy a few more things I like.
I go home and go to sleep, i feel I've earned it.
O Death, come when you may! I have won my fight!

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can't hurt me.
I can always call out your lies.
If you can kill one with just words, then good for you, friend.
But your actions make your foe suffer for life!