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..As my mind shifts to a new version of me, I start to realize a new version of thee..just so you can see.

..But is blind really bad when our proud city is trash..

..or is it better to see that our proud city is trash..

You start to wonder of a red pill blue pill situation.

But different races have different views of the nation.

..Its like..reciprocation of city dues that are blatant.

..Its like..a detonation of Satan's plans he was making.

I'm taken by enlightenment of new thinkers and faces.

I'm pacing inside the fine line between losing faith and be patient.

..But I see through the boundaries..they're basically laminated..

As I lay awake in the part of the day that isn't day anymore,

I should be asleep but my thoughts are still fully adjusted to day time.

Rapid routes of creativity are created by my conscious.

..To be honest..

its kind of frustrating but at times I feel bliss .

I see optimistic moves that should be taken, as if life is a chess game.

..But as my bed is made..

..at night my head lays on a cloud of comfort..

literally light-headed with embedded codes to be deciphered and then projected.

The sky screams I'm awake!

If the ground moves, I shall shake.

But to keeps still is an achievement of success, in all aspects of serenity.

..Underlying condemnation..

..carrying evolution straight forward..

As if the word was broken down into synonyms, but to be shaken by the ground.

..Unable to keep still is like dreaming..

..but only dreaming and unable to act still..

..Faces bodies that start refraining to act real..

-eyeamsoule