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Sometimes I feel life is reversed, hoping for the worst cuz better became fairy tales now resting in story books, I swear this is hell on earth, or maybe we're what's left of heaven, revelations couldve taken place and no one noticed, 1000 years passing in the blink of an eye, praying to a god in the sky, who might not even be alive, that's why I use the third eye, visualizing  masterpiece sculptures forming in my cold rhymes, composing art in notes I'm so subliminal, call me illuminated cuz my mind is gifted by the kiss of wisdom.