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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        
         
......        
         
       
         
         
 
Written by Naajir
Published | Edited 10th Apr 2017
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