BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- Welcome. Contradictor setup. Whirlwind mettle.
- What is the cause of wars? Demonstration of force.
- Modest severance from the big boss. Gonne with lost.
- Equality invades reign. Takes slaves' share.
- The scope of internal blame marks my bread and game.
- The punishments and rewards are what Justice claims.
- Life and aims, sword splits with rigid efficiency.
- Create true proficiency. Settled by the Divine
- cardinal ideal, designs of the Mastermind.
- The flow of harmony through tapped schemes visits scenes.
- Lack of satisfaction. Rebellion by a fiend.
- Battle for the throne and guard of the crown. Who won?
- Which benefits can little soul give to the war
- on the status quo? Series of rough conflicts pins
- against lithal, perfectly trained sicarios.
- What is my role, fold &call in those scenarios?
- If the demons take their own, well on my land grows,
- would Thy return and again give birth to my truth.
- I deserve, together with sins, to get burned?
- Can my goodness resist the attack of the beast?
- Will they find my weak spot and collect all the pot?
- Form Babylon dorm, anger to plot, drop a storm?
- Perception is focused on realizing my gain,
- unleashing inner strength, put in piggy bank cents.
- I am focused king at the board to stand the storm.
- To God to give fame. Would I have enough power?
- The more I strive for freedom, with more pressure I
- have been feeding on, tighten up hollow shackles.
- Blackmail points out where society fails in detail.
- Cracks through which blows out unconventional horror.
- Grounded in depth. Only by a strong connection,
- my civil right can be set. Soul in sorrows wet.
- Life is too short to settle the depth. Endless path.
- No hope in the scene, in perspective. Perception
- does not come. Conservative cause job is not done.
- Guns reflect heat equal to the Sun. Burned down.
- Seek shelter behind a corner, escape battle,
- where shadows do not torment. Scratch off dirty change,
- butterflies in the abdomen, love to arrange.
- Believe fade, lowering in red, cry for first aid.
- Will Faith with her set a date? Decisions made.
- Love does not shine through pearly gates. Wishes to grave.
- People give thorns to Rose. Rap wore a rejective dose.
- She did not want my songs. "Poets are a bunch of clowns."
- I am human, unperfected, and can be wrong.
- I do not have a story to tell, stupid fell.
- Any excuse, time use, to refresh my blue views.
- My private Muse still got me amused. Time lick bruises.
- In vain try, in love to dive, she can not be mine.
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