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Naked Truth

Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean playing all sort of mind games purged all frosty  thoughts of growth. In creations the movement of massive markers markerting the magnificent mighty gratitude yet the light dies down in dawn with shadows and million mellows
While showing vessels swallowing swellen dwellers in sweden seeds sailing offgrid
Lost in the seven seas of seasonal essences accepeting absenteeism of excellences clanging through adjective addictions bounced off with objects injecting all the infections inflicting the predominant infecuation miscountering the illusion guttering the ejaculating shelfs of specimens embarking the spirals cycle causing the sparks to shine while screcking screams 
 pickle the cream of rippers tapping tops tip toewing the screws gridding cracking deeper desperately needed it to weed down the woods fools would understand the tools took by foul place undermining the circumstance circulating the rotation of a rounded circle cyber link the thoughts tearing of the tested mind to rest its nest by next it will be the nearest everest neating while existing to ever been discovered uncovering the conscious precious little thing sending believes in spreadsheets keep kneeling to know Unknowingly the past drags the dirty rug ranging with anger and liners pointing the blue print leaving to plea mercy misery its layed to be a mess before four headed walkers that talk through the tunnel. Merely grasping all the gossip series smothering while slaughtering voices that comence with truthful tang lending ears for war watching arncher preaching to breath does it really breed in raddles rafly filling the missing pieceses in fundamental species to build a world to keep gravity reaching for curtain peddastil procrastinating the gatherings of roits. So shall the soil will accept such accountability according to what is learnt through the lines of taunghs tilling up the future figure books in English describing definitions of hile hinting the hunted words worse of all wrongs are not doves that dives in given five of miles milking the nile of linner lumber in these begining become exports of exploitation improved in greek language quick to hide the hidden burden but its binded in blinds of pale blood.
                                     Ash.N.N

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Colour,Flash

Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities how it turned to be a liability 
Plane and clean playing all sort of mind games purged all frosty  thoughts of growth. In creations the movement of massive markers markerting the magnificent mighty gratitude yet the light dies down in dawn with shadows and million mellows
While showing vessels swallowing swellen dwellers in sweden seeds sailing offgrid
Lost in the seven seas of seasonal essences accepeting absenteeism of excellences clanging through adjective addictions bounced off with objects injecting all the infections inflicting the predominant infecuation miscountering the illusion guttering the ejaculating shelfs of specimens embarking the spirals cycle causing the sparks to shine while screcking screams 
 pickle the cream of rippers tapping tops tip toewing the screws gridding cracking deeper desperately needed it to weed down the woods fools would understand the tools took by foul place undermining the circumstance circulating the rotation of a rounded circle cyber link the thoughts tearing of the tested mind to rest its nest by next it will be the nearest everest neating while existing to ever been discovered uncovering the conscious precious little thing sending believes in spreadsheets keep kneeling to know Unknowingly the past drags the dirty rug ranging with anger and liners pointing the blue print leaving to plea mercy misery its layed to be a mess before four headed walkers that talk through the tunnel. Merely grasping all the gossip series smothering while slaughtering voices that comence with truthful tang lending ears for war watching arncher preaching to breath does it really breed in raddles rafly filling the missing pieceses in fundamental species to build a world to keep gravity reaching for curtain peddastil procrastinating the gatherings of roits. So shall the soil will accept such accountability according to what is learnt through the lines of taunghs tilling up the future figure books in English describing definitions of hile hinting the hunted words worse of all wrongs are not doves that dives in given five of miles milking the nile of linner lumber in these begining become exports of exploitation improved in greek language quick to hide the hidden burden but its binded in blinds of pale blood.
                                     Ash.N.N

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Minority Thoughts

We find ourselves in different shelves in life to shape and sharpen thoughts 

Thinking for a greater tomorrow just to breath the fresh beat of earth 

Thunder strikes creating lighting to capture images that would last for Gods 
Miming our moves as we elevate invention that was innovated by sin

Sinister mystery laying differently like last crast for peasents 
Scrubing for more bread to eat to tick for tomorrow 
Loosing hope soul attracted by soil splash flash dashed to the last inch of whiskey 
Hearing whisper commencing prophecy plants combined to formulate a form of answer 
Swearing for forgotten days to play 

Oh child find what was made for us tomorrow to pledge probably gaze all bubbles nibbled through the wall 
Who is this fancy face phased with the atmospheric figment 
Waiting to be tint in colours of rainbow 

Bow to vowl historical metaphor 
Finding improper fraction fusing the leftover gas
Past hindered through the hour glass are the days of our lives going to be like this
Drilling drops of unravelling all travelers camping all army.
 
                              Ash N.N

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Artificial Selection

Death is more indefinite its evident that we numbered in sequences of the virtual world  
Sucked in by technology supply to be hacked and tracked trailed by the visitors studying our action and behavior waiting for an opening while in the end tips choice is created whether we want it or not replaced and added
Divide and subtract there is a number that needs to be controlled wishfully all man kind should responde one word answer 
We barely can't even notice technically Tech took all and absorbed the only consumed resources just to minimize the population 
As much as there are opportunity growth so are our days are as numbered 
Clearly there is a hidden agenda that everyone fears to see 
Nowadays there is no difference between fear and anxiety simply they apply both 
Closing your eyes trying to contemplate dreams in your sleep What makes you think you won't wake up facing your image in tech ready to replace your life.
We are in grave danger humanity itself its proven its excellence. We have more regrets and mistakes that are permanent
Which in tech world can be identified and replaced into perfection in this imperfect world 
How do we know they not walking amongst us as we speak 
Violeting the creation made 
Selectively we are dying its a game indeed only this time there are no rewards 
How do we know if Earth hasn't been closed yet and all the copies "supposedly" to lead and live by perfection already departed to Mars living is already in process
How do we know we only left with self distraction man kind to execute us
It happened before back in the days world wide there were races that were "concluded" as the inferior race
And that race was executed day light directly 
What stops them in doing the same cycle but this time indirectly with tech more especially 
Tech is the only facinating creation that burns the youth's brain
Being unable to think individually using the brain as a Powerade
There is so much questionable events occurring during this present time
We daily poisoned by everything including food
There is no denying the true colours of this world its marked and painted to be erased.

                             Ash N.N

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