Get up from the rest. I thought I would die from it Live outside of myself but inside somethin My realitys a form of my judgements Try nothing, and come out of it triumphant Forming edges in the circles I run in I approach thought like I would approach five gunmen Carefully. Like hunters that find covens In the woods. Would finalize what my mind summons Back to where I could never just sit and decide something As I slip within my minds suction I venture deeper inside it until I find something Guides from the cow manure, a source of divine substance A cow ass led to my minds success If that isnt humbling I dont know what is I love sustenant substances, trying to find confidence the one I havent done yet Cant wait until Im ash up in a cubic urn, having conversations with the master of the universe Until then, my lifes a stanza in a stupid verse As a topic, Im one that the manic mannered do converse Spell my name, thats a spell where magic do occur Im a state of space alike one where the suns left My lifell end as cliche as a sunset Always doing more just to find I couldve done less But if Id done less, I know it probably wouldnt have been enough But if Id done less, I know it wouldnt have been enough But if Id done less, I know that it wouldnt have been enough
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