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Habitual Profit (FEEDBACK NEEDED)
It is a habitual action to return to that which we are derived.
Created from the dust, only to bury ourselves 6ft in it, once we expire.
Produced from fornication, and steadily seeking pleasure in it.
Scientific. Humanity, evolved from apes.
And as Animalistic.
Men, crave to find comfort between the manufactures of a woman.
And subsequently, women, thirst to fulfill needs by the power of a man.
Respect has lost its value to attention.
Purity has lost its worth to temporary contentment.
And life has lost its rationale to death.
Common forethought, once we are born we are old enough to die.
But, death, should not come with breath.
We should not be the walking dead.
Inadvertently, humanity inhales contradiction, and exhales oxymoron.
Humanity’s resemblance to God, because we were made in his image.
Has been abolished, because we executed our greatness by consuming submission to temptation.
And rehabilitation, can’t be given when we despise our very own.
When, everything has become about self beneficial attainment.
But, nothing shall ever be given to those who are starving to receive, yet too greedy to supply.
And we keep supplying existence to ignorance.
Prohibiting our minds from extending invitations to knowledge.
Becoming a skilled player, in the blame game.
Never, wishing to trade positions.
Never, admitting that maybe you should be a coach, coaching right from wrong
Instead of, wanting to please society because morally I am correct, but politically those who seek moral greatness gets assassinated.
Productions, wanting the better good for humanity has escaped our psyches
Burned, like the Wings of Icarus
And drowned, by our sorrows of what ifs.
What if my life was anything but what it is?
Stupidly, many are chasing money as if it were their religion.
Dying because of societal warfare, but could care less, because they praise notoriety.
Claiming passions, but all for monetary suit.
What happened to vocation?
Behind qualified, because you were called to excel?
Entities, overuse their tongues, and now ears are deaf.
No one hears the truth.
Revolutions have been preached,
But to be precise, succession has embraced recession.
There is no progression.
But, I believe in a new inception.
The prospect of self, chooses to transcend.
And, I’ve crucified disbelief,
Looking to resurrect the hope of the future.
Embracing an Ascension .
Revelation…
I wont stop praying for better days than what I’ve already seen.
I’ve been dehumanized too long.
TOO, TOO, far away from home.
My head is my crown, and I’m ready to find comfort ability back on my throne.
I am a queen.
As, we all, are kings and queens. Gods, and goddesses.
We should not be the walking dead.
Death should not come with breath.
Common forethought, once we are born we are old enough to die.
And, death merely shall be sleep, once I’ve exhausted life.
And to exhaust life, I must live.
Living affirms everlasting contentment.
Contentment with self, insists respect.
Subsequently, fulfillment of man is never needed for a woman dependent on self nourishment.
A woman with substance, will stimulate a man to crave comfort in greatness.
And as animalistic.
Humanity, evolved from apes.
Scientific.
Literal.
Evolved to develop gradually.
Produced from fornication, and steadily seeking pleasure in it.
Created from the dust, only to bury ourselves 6ft in it, once we expire.
It is a habitual action to return to that which we are derived.
Created from the dust, only to bury ourselves 6ft in it, once we expire.
Produced from fornication, and steadily seeking pleasure in it.
Scientific. Humanity, evolved from apes.
And as Animalistic.
Men, crave to find comfort between the manufactures of a woman.
And subsequently, women, thirst to fulfill needs by the power of a man.
Respect has lost its value to attention.
Purity has lost its worth to temporary contentment.
And life has lost its rationale to death.
Common forethought, once we are born we are old enough to die.
But, death, should not come with breath.
We should not be the walking dead.
Inadvertently, humanity inhales contradiction, and exhales oxymoron.
Humanity’s resemblance to God, because we were made in his image.
Has been abolished, because we executed our greatness by consuming submission to temptation.
And rehabilitation, can’t be given when we despise our very own.
When, everything has become about self beneficial attainment.
But, nothing shall ever be given to those who are starving to receive, yet too greedy to supply.
And we keep supplying existence to ignorance.
Prohibiting our minds from extending invitations to knowledge.
Becoming a skilled player, in the blame game.
Never, wishing to trade positions.
Never, admitting that maybe you should be a coach, coaching right from wrong
Instead of, wanting to please society because morally I am correct, but politically those who seek moral greatness gets assassinated.
Productions, wanting the better good for humanity has escaped our psyches
Burned, like the Wings of Icarus
And drowned, by our sorrows of what ifs.
What if my life was anything but what it is?
Stupidly, many are chasing money as if it were their religion.
Dying because of societal warfare, but could care less, because they praise notoriety.
Claiming passions, but all for monetary suit.
What happened to vocation?
Behind qualified, because you were called to excel?
Entities, overuse their tongues, and now ears are deaf.
No one hears the truth.
Revolutions have been preached,
But to be precise, succession has embraced recession.
There is no progression.
But, I believe in a new inception.
The prospect of self, chooses to transcend.
And, I’ve crucified disbelief,
Looking to resurrect the hope of the future.
Embracing an Ascension .
Revelation…
I wont stop praying for better days than what I’ve already seen.
I’ve been dehumanized too long.
TOO, TOO, far away from home.
My head is my crown, and I’m ready to find comfort ability back on my throne.
I am a queen.
As, we all, are kings and queens. Gods, and goddesses.
We should not be the walking dead.
Death should not come with breath.
Common forethought, once we are born we are old enough to die.
And, death merely shall be sleep, once I’ve exhausted life.
And to exhaust life, I must live.
Living affirms everlasting contentment.
Contentment with self, insists respect.
Subsequently, fulfillment of man is never needed for a woman dependent on self nourishment.
A woman with substance, will stimulate a man to crave comfort in greatness.
And as animalistic.
Humanity, evolved from apes.
Scientific.
Literal.
Evolved to develop gradually.
Produced from fornication, and steadily seeking pleasure in it.
Created from the dust, only to bury ourselves 6ft in it, once we expire.
It is a habitual action to return to that which we are derived.
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