NEPTUNE

My brain is so corrupted, from assumptions, of your majesty. Talking like a brutus will never make you a masterpiece. actually just a tragedy, sadly six feet underneath, badly under functioning, crafty, but not a bundling. I make you fakers run from me, I put your leader sound asleep, I'm a lions gate that's processing. You're a naughty dog that's following, forgettable on a holiday, a death chamber would be your daily mate. I hate want to talk this way, but new years won't change a thing, I'm still waking up suffering. Learning ways to find my peice, writing poems lyrically, confusing people who mirror me, breaking mirrors when I'm killing beats, I'm cold hearted like mr freeze, that's why winter don't bother me. Makes me feel more energized, like dewayne Johnson in his iron sky, this road is high, I look alive, I always strive like the thief in the night.

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