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When im awake

4am brain dead with your head pounding, it makes you realize how surreal
life is, searching for clues to the suedo answers that you'll never
find, cuz in this day and age the saying an eye for an eye is divine but
am I a poet? Or a prophet of God no I'll never know it. But neither
will you cuz the air you breath through and through does not belong to
you, and one day you'll owe it back to the man who blew it  into you


Blessing to be blessed, a perpetual lie that puts the heart in arrest
Im not a doctor but i can attest that surely you will die if you place this bet.
The russian roulette that adam and eve played with an apple of life and a gamble of death. haha

blessing to be blessed once was a kid now iv grown up to death. Now forget the rest because my soul can never sleep im dreaming a new dream new demensions and onion rings. Nuva ring demons haunt the lives of new born semen. Breathing breathing stop teasing im breathing im trying to give back the life that i feel that i was thieving. He's reaping.

Wake up Trendon... Wake up Trendon its time for school.
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