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Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: TraceOneInfinite Flat Earther 96' on March 03, 2018, 12:44:26 AM
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Something scratching the surfaces
Six inches above my head
Something is lost on purpose
Grand conspiracy against
Maybe I’m just paranoid
But still I’m living in doubt
Something is bothering me
But I just can’t figure it out
Something I wanted to speak to
A point I wanted to keep
Something I want to think about
But can only remember in sleep
Was it reality, or just a figment of me
Was it a fragment, a DNA incapsulated in me
Something that’s hidden, never was it meant to be,
Is it a facelift, or am I directly connected to genes
Am I a zombie, just walking and living to eat
When we I grab it, my infinitely intended destiny
The truth is the truth, for all times and for always it's meant to be
A Martian, a medically manufactured miracle being
genes of my father, doctor imposter fostered conspiracy
robotic super-studded, grafted extracted
from sight unseen, anonymous documents and impacted me