Topic:
Waste of Time
For you own good please stop reading.....
For I'm just an imaginative fragmentation
the keeper of lies, the bearer of fabrications
that will widen eyes and disrupt useful information
so at the smallest inclination of a slight hesitation...
I'll make preparations to genocide your brain's cell population
I"ll take vacation in the very mind guilty of your termination
a little concentration leads to a blank state of meditation
a few minutes roll by and I begin a conversation
have you ever conversed with your own imagination?
its as if all your sensations made a collaboration...
and your minds the DJ in charge of your own station
never try to hack into my network administration
you'll need proper ID and certification
but your qualifications came up short on the application
and you lack the education to bypass my mental's regulations
so turn back and join the formation of desperation
the eager beavers beasting to figure out my equation
to see what lies beneath.... show me your invitation
or forever hold your peace..you slave to imagination
Yet I too am a slave to my minds creations
Thats where my third eye twinkles like little stars
and I take the time to count my guardian angels battle scars
just to make sure hes on his game and battles hard
because if he doesn't I'll have to test how he handles shards..
from the hourglass that broke when he wasted my minutes
should I waste a statistic by wasting a writer that I mimic
I checked the list but it had zero names to be specific
so I roller-blade off the curves from that round digit
catch some air and do a viking flip on to a viking ship
and rip out the very hearts that their vices grip
pour their blood in the holy grail and take a righteous sip
This is for my knights of the square table,
the losers from every fable
who weren't quite able to keep their minds stable
take myself for example
they say victory taste sweet but I was never given a sample
there're no shoes on my feet , no socks by my ankles
just suicide thoughts and ray of hopes entangled..
with memories of fictions thought to be fact
because life is nonfiction and my real life is wack
so I pretend to have a big dick as if I was black
I win the world series everyday at my last at bat
I'm rich because I found Davey boys locker
fantasize of being British just to like soccer
have Indians kill cowboys with ninja stars and katanas
I'm gonna do what I wanna
and there ain't shit anyone can tell me otherwise
because you will all disappear as soon as i close my eyes
[lids close]
pooooooooooooof begone
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[lids open]
shit you're all still here. what went wrong?
I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.
Peter Nivio Zarlenga
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I can kill every single last 1 of you but then who will be left to make me feel superior?
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