Not every one was born to be a star.

And you’re propagating the misfortune of fame as if you are, long term aim for money and game, where’s your sharam, your valiant knight cigarette-smoking shrouded in bare circles of shame disappearing into the cracks of the pave meant nothing where once roses grew, piercing the day for acclaim where nettles sting eyes for blame…

your Arabic namesake killed for rain blinding might dye your heart but your soul stays the same…

remains humane despite displaying muddy blood stains, craving missions for intergalactic space ships, tracing lips, fingertips, hair lines searching ancestral heirs like it’s a game of holy truth and political dare, veins cut spilling muck out for the count, lies simulating truth stimulating doubt, there fore where fore art thou…

thought you were more than a word on a page, pretend sage wrapped up and hooked in your crooked aged cage…

aggrieved rookie rage, it’s how the cookie crumbles in this purple haze, haven cave in a molested ink blot sayings proverbial hatred looking for naked ratings it’s th’way things snake wasting bait too late for facing fate creating feisty days state meant of fact…

fake deities ridicule purely logical acts grasp the axe gas the mass with masks all I ever asked wasfortheloveinyourhearttostay each synapse a butterfly gap skip beats for me not last night but the night before too fast time passed too rough what’s the time mister wolf the past is another day bitter distaste for disdain slave to contradiction…

claiming innate hate raping grain to feed guts for garters first world pains perdition to dream weave permission to waive feed coalitions to save me from myself commission destabilizes blazing health submission’s delicious when gaining cascading wealth aiding stealth lostinaheartbeatyourheartbeat again raiding govern meant wrath fairies richer than manufacturing compatriots…

optical illusion interlaced with faith-believing trapped in slavery wrapped in bravery sweet and savoury crave me in your day dream miss me asleep nightmare with no beginning I’m an endless sentence tense and reckless rejuvenating juvenile incensed senseless senses letting lenses cleanse dense mensas whoever listens it was closed but now it’s open…

propensity for offensive cities of gold pave the way regulated by continuous intermittent radio waves of pain chaotic rainbow reign lanes under which terrorists play human strain presidential blames warfare on welfare as we remain deserted from monetary gain, momentary aim, kiss a strained gene pool and we pay with blood as we remain… perish as binary numbers whilst memories only serve to cherish better primary days.

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