Paroles Ethereal Downtime de Dose One

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There is no paid born tribulationArduous enough true love ladenFlied to uncut or morsel indignation are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labourCan't conduct, exquisite The realms of feeling empathy and implicitThink elementallyAll this spoken arithmatism (?)And once having been experimentally envisioned inAnimated person's glaring eyeYou can't communicate, live or even come to findWithout such inklings, laced, magnanimous to the senseGo ahead and try And be mistook by Underhandedness of man to decreeTense are exemplify the expansive giftCalled me, myself and I Without a canvas, gentle devotionAnd henceCerebellum medulla in emotionOr get the heart and soul lingually interwovenHence, for the weak-seekers God says'Mankind is chosen, to fully partake'Notice, not every purpose supplied Case, getting olden For medium or in expressive And every transient fibre and shred Of her or himFriend, you may begin to awakenAt any point, in, when, or what if? QuestionIn short, show some respect for perfectionsLast pack (enhancer?) left with humane connectionsThen scribe out some soul with ressurected intentionNot accustomed to in these parts Since persective ascensions Pass a little dark for the bottom-dwelling populace farce conventionAnd the clandestined are Essence disciples, lesson the passive trifleTotally typical tidal temperaments Affliction of the vital Your testaments of life Cycle through the excrements internallyOr get your wits about you, ernestlyCurving your weight, inadvertentlyOn one leg, unscathed index fingerRealizing enlightenmentTreads earthlessly in retroactive securityOf whats destined, reflect assuredlyThe clearing from which you compose is under protectionOf the mercifully arose through correctionPersonally potent, peripheral visionarySo rest in, our radical endorphin vortex And be among the mystics of cerebral cortexWhere we're all adored, suns and dropletsOf a greater head-rush Welcome, intact eligible fluxOf emotion, spirit and mind thusAll infinite cells are intertwined About the crux of unconditional blind creative trust Left:Trust, remain the unparalleledPermits persisting to jumpFrom a severe brainstorm's got stungStep back, scale, insight stain struckAs wonders clap pale the span of soul-lit skies Setting tight feelings, wail humans liberal criesTil our own moment prevailsWhen a gap in the the lyrics never triesAnd catch worse benchmarks Why? It's not a moving piece of artI couldn't invigorate a part in these incredibally potentiallyCharged sinks over experience Embarks on a vantage of intuitive's over These emotionally stark foreshadows grasp hold of barsThan all of ballpoint may ever are (?)craft and found and join into structures Such a ma-magnificent use of the writingIf none stutter the buoyantly innocentSo easily amused, subconsciencely contrast My levelled inner viewsWho seemed only to stew adrift with more furtherand keener in tune sense of the yet-to-be channeled soonMurmered, as healing echoes of two cents, while in shamblesUsurper commemorated annals of insecurityGorge fears, your (?) owes Candles, to be mailed decreesTear, providing contemporary debries clearedThe skull slips willingly beneath the queerMore cataclysmic hush, as ideal embodiement steps for flushBefore cluttered mind to fantastically thrust life force Upon bluish lines Of course ultimately, brittle paper is touchedtransgressing all secular confines Right: Otherwise neutralities for the stillbornAnd large rocks and ill-advised by incorporated onesWho want not again and againInvoke these acts, rehash, master planYou couldn't remain in, digitally orchestratedAnd then shoved down throats through suspect templesSo when time shines next, glaze on overAnd indulge the once removed cousin of purchasing power Run along, browse, to where putting neon solicits, impairing judgementAnd I bet, crude names, the label reads 'Strict 9' while the cover says 'good for you too' In the neatest font, slicker than that fraction snapshotNo, I beg of you, don't jumpMake the most of deja-vuBefore assuming a position that once extinct 50 Plus or minus umpteen senses been swappedFor the latest in compact... shit Something should turn on, chime or dong Your private parts are being touched, and forcibly at thatIt's okay, feel violated, anything but entertainedOr bound and gagged, rather than financed Mister impulse, and his rarefied woodship quartetBe nice to your tape-deck, after allPersonal components don't have a power buttonIt's no secret, every culture has technical difficulties And bad levels, be complacent, me? I'll stay critical And oh yeah, before you go Don't take any fibreglass navels And the labours of the lyricist unerlinedHis strange fellows, squinted ears, if you think inclinedThe given becomes a mustUntil no one image, vibration or line could be too muchOr any origin of these deep minds Only us fuse, commune and combineBy changes cuss, therefore no-one's blamelessWhile our generation proceeds to burn on and aimlessI haven't the famous, what leads the disciple with experience famousor any more priviliged for being so aimless'But a power source is limitless,' heinous, molesters of the soulNatural impotence remain in, which can sustain this day and ageIs mangy, frustrated, maneless, prides of future shamelessLow blow (ignoramus?) what's established my decrepit Innocent stripper, You can't go against the grainWhole persons would think quicker without your vanity clogging (?)Be a stainless (?) is bigger, still it doesn't stop hitherAs young women portray the whorey witch High matriarch of slutdom elects death bushesWon't find fatal futility of guns are quite belligerently fromThe not so distand land of insufficient funds and bastard sonsYou're withering away at the hands of Dogs and dones delighted to defoliate wherever some green may runThen disperse to a slow trickle, offend and praising the sociopathic sickleOver the very burning lightWhich ripple your crumbling hides from dunes Grossly disfigured nipples, so there you standknowledgebly gleamed, and esteemed, poised to speakIn the orders, lime-lit green, atop a soapbox of the kneesTrusting screams, this time pause and wipe fortune slate cleanBefore empowering slugs, do it to me From those idolized lips, brother, things can always be better than thisWhy not get a grip? Let the gaudy ode drip, and let the record skipAs you Idle-ly hear enough to stitchShowing them all how hip-hop exists independant of anyposter, post or and fantasize, love was what got us through 2 decades of yes y'all and it don't quit and if you feel needGet back to it, by staking pain in what you hit There's been enough, give me more a mind to eclipseAn eternity (?) shine all-round breakers with interest inMust have been re-aligned, your greatest strength will have only begun to climbForgive, thanks, peace, loveMaintain the forms bind, if I may be frankSpeaker and listener are two of a kind While the mediums just tried out for better characters in lineWhat's content is ours to define Within the clutch of ethereal downtime.. There is no paid born tribulationArduous enough true love ladenFlied to uncut or morsel indignation are bound beyond touch, streaming logic or labourCan't conduct, intact eligible fluxOf emotion, spirit and mind thusAll infinite cells are intertwined About the crux of unconditional blind creative trustIf you think inclined, the given becomes a mustuntil no one image, vibration or line could be too much For any energy origin, these mindsOnly us fuse, commune and combine by changes cuspsSpeaker and listener are two of a kind While the mediums just tried out for better characters in lineWhat's content is ours to define Within the clutch of ethereal downtime..

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