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Death's Satire
she
was entropy re-imagined
shit...if only you knew her truth
you wouldn't have held on any longer than you had to
yet here you are
living beneath your means
bowing to the children of a lesser god
to those
who anointed themselves as the gatekeepers
holding you in the mud
while they reach for the heavens
such foolishness
no
do not get this psa twisted
it's speaks beyond the parameters of racism
and whatever izms you can conjure
there's a vibration that's permeating the atmosphere
omnipresent yet not steeped in permanence
everything in it's own time
so know your place
in the grand scheme of things
not all is as it seems
the meaning of dreams reveals prophecies
untold in his-stories
take comfort in what you don't know
just vibe in the ebb and flow
slow motion the tide of e=motions
and think outside the box
cuz what you feel right now
is based simply on infiltrated suggestions
inception's a muthafucka
and indeed there are levels to this shit
someone's trying to hold on to forever
parlaying their fate
delaying the grand inevitable
and here you are
staged...positioned like a pawn
allowing the same old propositions to fill you with
conceit and doubt
alluring...yes
fulfilling?...I'll let you tell it
your heart is full of falsities
the wicked weasel gave you high octane fantasies
knowing full well you ran on diesel
thus..you are running on empty
and there's nothing you can do to tempt me
to indulge your fabulous fabrications
so..in closing
just meet me at the Reaper's reconciliation chamber
and I'll pay forward a joke
told before either you or I was born
......
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