The window EYE

So lay down my brother while I stick this bloody knight filled with your sister’s blood in to your heart, accept the damned situation as it unfolds, for dominance and greed rules are relations ship, time and mutation has taught me to love with some much sexual intent, who better to trust my brother other than me, growing up with you was like haven, and now adult hood led you to hell;


My sister you I have so dearly love all these years I now so much enjoy rapping, your cry every night sounds like a new born child’s cry, I find it hard to see you through all the plastic your wearing, the greed of having you to my self is investable coupled with the need to have your sister, while your smell drives me insane, who better to love than me, growing up with you was bless and now this marriage has led you hell with the devil as your husband;


Blame it all on me, but what if you wanted all this to get some humanly sensation, for that is my most deepest quest, remember your brother brutalizing my innocence, while as a common trend of my uncle and friends taking turns in raping me, who better to trust than my poor mother who is now lost in a deep depression of what could be, who better to rust than the mummy god who is trapped between love and hate;

My surroundings are but a train track which for survival I have to ride out to the end, born in to trouble, I now am a zombie just like all, expression is but no more, have to join in the fight for food left, with my parents and friends against me, if not dominant enough you can never stand the test of time.

He had a lot to say while it listened with no skepticism

As he told it all that was to know, it gave him the definite assurance of momentary joy and a worry free illusion of what could be,

The process of creating this beast is known to all, but not all can embark on an enlightened, clear, pure hearted process like this one, for those who willingly render illusions at any point in the process conclusively receive what they sowed, fulfilled are those who embark on it for they do find some peace and comfort from what was,

Mostly by those who have taken this process compare it to a master-servant relationship, with added elements of care and fragile handling expressed by the master of this organic beast, which has care for those who can subdue it,

With elegance and utmost care the process of momentary joy and worry free lasting illusion of what could be ensued, seemingly equal yet the master appeared reliant on the organic beast!
He rendered intellect of what was to it with a perspective need for consensus and understanding,

This was not a quest for validation but rather of sharing what was with the prospect of an explanation or prediction of what could be, With care as it was created and it knew with out doubt that the only thing it had to so was to please its master, in the process rendering its life for some pace of mind for him, for master was deeply depressed with the reality that enslaved him so deeply,

The physical connection to it was the sensation it gave its master, other than that there was this telepathic link between the two organisms, Oh dare love so commonly know to those who find an illusion of you, and yet beguile to those who try to discover your true meaning,

While its master blended gradually with it through his humanly lungs it merged with him and bestowed on him sweet whispers of comfort, “YOU CAN” constantly it retreated, with the guarantee of an escape from the current illusion,

So heavenly joined with a darken fate, the resemblance of an intercourse relation ensued,

“You got to get me out of this shit ZOL I need some comfort of what could be” he sad in his heart of hearts.

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Develop your sense of taste to better your sense of judgment.

See not with the eyes of the buyer but with the eyes of the maker.

Flash of my flash composed of my parent’s sins.

I cried with you while you lay a plot to kill me.

Even though I carry the sins of my past I still posses the glucose to walk a kilo.

Elusive so we have come to interact, I blame not you but the elements that have shaped you in to a monstrous creature you have become.

I beg you GOD don’t take the life I possess, as a satanic mood provides direction in the dark, I cant shake this feeling of trust I posses with the filth of a connection to the present.

I did not create evil but rather I was tough it as the only means to survive from a brutal elements like beating, abuse, rape, and all pain inflicting bodies that constantly attack my well being.

I was born to die, it is only up to ME on how walk to my grave, and I choose to walk with the socialized form of fast and slow at the same time.

Do you know you’re self?

MY LOVE OF ALL TIME




NOW THESE CARS I WOULD BUY IF I WAS RICH

Lust the sweet sins of the flesh which I found easy for me because mostly its brain activity, and I always emerged without any wounds, and lol emotional wound are very, very difficult to mend

But then when it come to trust then, then come the difficult part cause trusting someone is equivalent to giving yourself to that person, cause he who love you the most can betray you, for now my philosophy is “keep your enemy close, but keep your enemy’s enemy even more close”, lol

Love that is the mother of all emotional breakers, love is stronger that trust or lust, like Romeo and Juliet, love will make you do what you never thought you would do in a million years, it can break or make you, its more like life, but with a bit of predictability, coz people’s actions are predictable, the only problem is how drug up are you to see

Ag with all that sad, now I say no more trying to outsmart love

Well if love has something to offer I will take it and in return I will offer, “but this time with the sole expectancy of betrayal”, I won’t try to predict it but I will rather play it move by move


The policy is GAVE and TAKE, without exceptions