Listen, Morality won't have your back, A fire hazard exposure, to tangle within a spinal cord, Timeframe loses childhood memories, Wait! Hold your thoughts, an emphasized Clipboard,Peer pressured into thumbprints, scanning criminal adolescents, till more lies are wrapped full of Feces', the White house of your Small intestines', We've sipped our own algorithm, complexities afar from Prism, awakening the comatose, the big bang, proxy Cymbal, well stop brainstorming these friendships, no alias of Precipitation, Foolery! Come to your Census as if emasculating Population, well chauffeured advertising, we're Driven down a Violent Steer, paraphrasing Cries, as pupils editorial some Volunteers', So living conditioning bares poverty, while the Richest tornadoes civilian safety, till they understand that cracked Street, illuminating of a molasses pastry,Respecting authority is a figurative speech, onward reach dilated breach, so if the fruit of our Loin, then Trump is the sweetest ImPEACH, Now criticism is questionable, whom reveals True Religion, not Buddhism fashion, because the idolatry will suffocate, till your Lip syncing theatrically Gasping, Should tax invasion be exempt? Or continue the migrant leaking, Hypothetically speaking, your reality will get Ripped during Present, as if Christmas eve peaking, Need a hand? Donate upon a star, while y'all Tuition, because Globalist won't stop their Agenda, regardless if your the accepted Admission...
- Author: Hypothesis ( Offline)
- Published: March 30th, 2017 09:33
- Category: Reflection
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Great write
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