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WTF #2: Impure Thoughtz

Impure thoughts

 On my pedastole in my underground crib, where they quantify my impure thoughts
as a bottomless abyss. Smoking this cancer for a chance ta meet my lord quicker,
 drink liquor and picture all things divine intertwine, your eyes free from the
blindness, because the world is a blind nest. So vexed that my quest is to
ask all the wrong questions. It seems like everyone is robbed of their liberties,
miniature lovers ripped like new born baby from their mothers. Look at the
stranger like he's not you brother, so y bother opening your eyes now? you'll
be shocked by what you see, in a world where you have to pay for your inbred dreams, where
numbers define you, and your path is predetermined by unexplained traditions, and
we never ask questions so we're trapped in a recurring system of
mass-hypnotism, and honest to the dude upstairs, I hope I'm wrong,but check
this, you cant concentrate in class but u know all the lyrics to popular songs,
never miss a movie, so you postpone your passions, then u look back look like
what happened? Think about it, is the life you living looking anything at all
like God's image? so what is it that we're missing? Like we got the right
ingredients but we're stuck in the wrong kitchen! Life is suppose to be fun,
so when you're lying on your death bed,all the doctors and medicine fail and it
hurts like hell, what's the story you'd wanna tell? got born,went to pre-primary
went to primary, went to high school, went to college, got a job, got married, got kids,
told them to do the same,nice house, nice car,and now I'm here...wow, just
like everybody else,huh...


I cant handle this, watching my wonderful world vanish like the smoke from this
cannabis. looking so tainted now, the entertainers take their bows, as the
ending approaches,earth tilts out of focus and life becomes atrocious,just
take me now!!

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