….when it’s time I hope I turn into specks of light like Thor’s dad, I’m glad I last and didn’t have to fast in the past, I just laid in the grass and stared into space looking for a trace of supreme grace staring me back in my face, but wait; we are born with that trait, which is great, but later we learn hate, it seems to be an inevitable fate to this date. It consumes to our doom, have us looking like witches on their brooms as we zoom and go boom all cause hate looms, but that’s why we stay groomed for doom, it’s the hate that looms. When we reach our zenith and arrive on Venus we’ll be at our cleanest, can you close your eyes and see this, better yet can you be this, it would appear not even a fetus has achieved this.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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You are a rhymer extraordinaire. Do you consider your style rap? I'm not good at this - too ancient, I think...
Thanks Doggerel Dave, I guess it is kind of like rap, but that’s not in my mind when I write, but I do like to make it rhyme. Thanks for noticing
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