I've got the richest tales!, can you depict my spells from my impression, from a blessing we may ask the question, are we in heaven?!, it's sweet obsession I'm confessing from just a lesson, but I was guessing on the question through my mind that was stressing could never understand, to be a man with demands, my stand was bittersweet, but look at her she's complete, I feel I'm weak, stroking bleak streaks, punishing sketches, she fetches precious, I expect our sexes to be complex in sections we failed before, measure power in "*****" or "*****" in metaphors we use it towards, I found it louder to speak in vein than slamming doors, my obsession is in the blessing I'm looking for, as the sun sets, sweat purifies to tears, every poet has to know it that their best was fears, will you ever find your rest through the stress with gear?, probably never if you're better getting struck by spears.

Specific and prolific assists with my hieroglyphs, I was making an incision, envisioning an eclipse, never simple though it's pivotal, visits crippled a man, now a sense of hate inhibits exhibits, skits in a scam?, was I ******?, through my knowledge with sketching not ever stretching?, maybe it's my fetching, incepting and now accepting, journeys past these tourneys, sojourning to mold a script, so now behold my grip, that I sold in hieroglyphs.

A few reflective numbers to kick off the summer, deflect inspecting cause the moment they question they want another session, though my impression is destined to make a song a blessing, I have to settle to pedal my heart to rest my vessels, just a gesture to journey free so mercy me!, though you hunger, must thirst to see, your first ain't me!, in our nature a chaser can only bring us vapors, and our replacer may teach us that later they're our favor.

I share my cry till I clarify in brutal honesty, set aside if you promise me that a crisis is prophecy, sacrificing your might to fight but igniting for fair exchange, comparing when daring names but shame when I bear his claim, so we all may tear the same, but your compromise, was decisions you dramatized, the reason your sum declined, to others may come a shine, a sign through violence, they may worship when others silenced but die when they try alliance, cause timing will prove reliance is spelling dependent, and it fails when recommended to get your stand apprehended, so seldom, it's rarely mentioned but fairly despised, someone spare me rather than scare me, I stare in my eyes, it was my wish to rise, but from the cycle, I'm no disciple, if wishing for a revival, why do I think suicidal?, for maybe the clue is titled, "denied cause of genocide", my sentence identified, I ruined the sense of mind, why do even tense the time?, a rhyme never infiltrates unless cautious, knowing it's fate, if it even has no escape, less is not what I try to paint, but a saint must be never faint, even on the necks of lovely girls, a pearl cannot mask her hate, though we search in a drastic state, I relate to your sense and cause, we grow in a different frame, but retain age like menopause, may battle, shed blood and scars, apart we still have a heart!, our faces reflect our cases from traces of where we start, my statement may find its placement, detained like it's insane, rejected like it's a segment suspended, I won't complain, possessions can show obsession if stressing for it to fame, your smile that will soon defile, TRUE PAIN.

At times what's official is superficial, correct the miscues, every issue you wished had missed you must now assist you, aspirations assassinate, ask procrastination, fascination must cast to last task for saturation, and the duration of preservation preserves your presence, whether adult, adolescent or child, smile for essence, watch the blessings of your assets mass into a classic, claim official what's situated "sophisticated", bashing *******.

My procedure as listed, morally gifted but still depicted as getting twisted, do not assist, your plots acidic, with every visit.. your decisions had made a prison, petitions of mine were given to stash with the pastor's killing of tarnished sheep, sometimes my thoughts won't speak harmonies, but disarming me was harder than you thought would be!, making moves regarding me won't tarnish me, the karma sees, whether it must harm with good or bad, it's sad the warnings flee, I must alarm my plea so it can withstand demands from plans to sand ice cause its spice may be concise, obtain my rights, to ignite what is right, to end the night, leaving what's deceiving out of sight.

The war is my rival, but still survivals' at stake, so yet the smile upon a faithful face with grace will erase, the feel of hate that is infiltrating the rate of elimination, the state of a living nation was great if it stemmed from patience...it's such a making if it's always creating, faces I failed to give him, when he supported the genuine gems of feminism, lending but never defending, why do I pen the wisdom?, descend from heavens in sevens, they send a different prism, spirits created in shapes in sake of to relate, to all our problems to solve em, evolve and never break, so still my shadow gets paddled until I learn to take, their examples of how to handle when wars awake.

Assume me crippled having crutches, from clutching grudges with judges, disgusted from discussing the rust that's munching my duchess, what's the use in cussing, no just in fussing for justice!, only will erupt all the scuffling shuffling the punches, bunches of their lunches resumes the human consumption, while they give me nothing my stomach's grumbling for something, they fed me just to summon the coming of all my fumbling, that's why you see me numbing, I'm dumbing from all my tumbling.

When a tear drops, eyes close, cries define souls, blind when I press recline cause my mind rewinds blows, loving the smell the of pine in a fine time of fashion, in Calabasas, I can lax the fastest, facts I must grasp with glasses, joy in the back of cabs, crab and lobster don't mean I prosper, cracks on the track, I seen imposters trying to scheme the sponsors, are they redeemed demeaning demons seen in a team of goners, check if their numbers crumbling if they're fumbling then shun their roster.

Intended for chilling spines, defining the lines I wrote, procrastination delays us, betraying claiming we broke, high stressing when you're dissecting cause that direction gets sued, and sewing can't keep us flowing cause that's disposing the clues, my soul is chosen for blues, how can I tell it's true, cause in the mirror I picture imprinted scripture induced, my will chill never truce, seems I'm losing my brain, but pain can never detain a troop that shoots it in vein.

Understand the side of game where you're to blame and claim your name, faces that seem recognizable are sizeable, what's your pride up to?, when your lies will ride with you?, despises prizes when other sizes collide with you?, you feel it's time to pull strategies so tragedies, can cause casualties, catastrophes of battles teased, through this gravity, duality is reality, and this side of game fames the audacity, make salaries not knowing that your aim was weak, hit the streets and had ceased when you came to me, asked you what your name was, couldn't even claim it, paint a loss to training cause of waning trust to patience.

The interest in future living is following me, I push the limits so they give me the college degree, seems the way how things advance it limits a chance, reminisce on how he glanced, enhanced, but with a timid stance, I only dance and prance when I see a value, in my soul that knows blows it can tackle, stuff is a hassle but failure is what I always taboo, personal custom, I'm seeing something in me so shall you, find the man in the mirror and get the picture clearer, once you vision things once, it's only getting nearer, and the life you compel determines what you sale, ripe stripes, or fright that proves your life was stale.

Reversed my curse words from absurd to under urge, my days you knew, my sky was grey from fading the shades of blue, truth is not the style in child that sued his files, folding, he thinks he's golden but scolding pursuing miles of clues, he could be cruel but never fool his trials, so while, he builds his piles he dials a sum of tiles, no smiles, cause they're cemented on top of anger and strangers will never care though the danger may strangle them in a chamber, and I'm the painter that chose to favor my ways as true, so never question why I teach lessons with shades of blue.