Sigh… I’ve been looking through my old rhymez I wrote back in the day when I was all messed up in the head. I have no words. Half of them don’t make any sense whatsoever. What the… I’m speechless… I just… I can’t…
Viva la Rebellion
Sigh… I’ve been looking through my old rhymez I wrote back in the day when I was all messed up in the head. I have no words. Half of them don’t make any sense whatsoever. What the… I’m speechless… I just… I can’t…
We’re running out of time. A time that seems so trivial to a species who believe they were born of God. And yes, this may be true, I mean obviously. If we were not born of God then what were we born of? Nothing? Even if we were born of nothing, then nothing is our God because nothing created everything. Or some krazy multi-demensional conspiracy? That is quite an amusing thought but let us now think with our super-computerlike brains for a sec.
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