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Mr. O

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what it reveals
« on: September 22, 2020, 10:20:07 PM »
It's never like I wanted to be me again,
it's like a harsh life cycle repeating my defeat again.
No more wanting to agonize,
no more wanting to stay uprise.
No glory to my heart when I refused,
No story of living that life of obtuse.
I wanted to live a life clearly,
like the sky shining high vividly,
Trying so hard to stand tall,
till the events of these days broke me down like a Berlin Wall.

I wonder if the world is being deceived,
giving birth to new generation of deceased.
superficial minded begging on their knees,
is your life worth sacrificing your dignity?
Petty attitude reflecting petty you,
mirror on the wall reflecting your own view
What defines the worth of people in your path,
but then you realize their fake dissipated from your wrath.
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Re: what it reveals
« Reply #1 on: September 23, 2020, 12:43:06 AM »
the objective is to move with the power of the highest
and to make sure outside feelings get devoured from inside us
how are you still blinded? i’m not tryna knock your courage
but you’re headed down the path in which exactly most the world is
it’s a view thats been obstructed, you refuse to conquer faith
but once you do you’ll feel the love and will be losin all your hate



Re: what it reveals
« Reply #2 on: September 25, 2020, 05:02:41 AM »
I love being me
Don't want the glory
Or the solemn hero's story
My life is tough but I'm still living and yet you're right this worlds is unforgiving
Never mind the obtuse
I'm recluse
But it's clear to me
So vividly
That those who stand tall are made to fall from heights of thrill and zeal and wealth unto the earthly hell

Superficiality is a fallacy
What's nonsense to me is a requirement see for others have needs that I believe are trivial, convivial, typical ya know
Frivolous but still they've been deemed necessary, bro

My hate has dissapated
Kinda like the ashes of the cremated
My hate had life
It lived and breathed
But it did sweet fuck all for me
And so I set the match aflame
Hate is no longer welcome
Nor shame

I do my best to love myself despite the cards that I've been dealt
I've joys you can't buy despite your wealth

I've love unknown but to few
I really shouldn't share with you

I hope you find some hope, if any
Many people struggle
Carelessly we're treated so
It's breaks us
But still
Wilted flowers grow
We'll bloom
Shine brighter than the moon reflected by the sun
We'll walk in God's embrace and feel a zeal that can't be bought or won

And if we suffer
We know it's true
Good men will fight for me and you
Just as men fought wars of past
To bring us to this day
Our last
Shall be a breath of sweet relief
For finally our trials we did defeat

I love how everyone here is a rap connoisseur
Half y'all belong in the sewer ya cons