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As I design intricate rhymes that pause time,

many combined rhythms that remind me whats mine.

Inside is where you will finally see the sign

that cause most people to turn blind,

I'm a savior to these people,

but a slave to my own street.

These chains wrapped around my feet,

the fame is sweet, the leap is a feat

of daring heat the bridge is so steep,

now recurring pastures of sheep

reminds me I can capture sleep. (rapture)

As minds are becoming complete,

 

 

The streets are littered with millers

soaked with pitchers of rum

Every day a reminder to some

that the next is just the same

an unending cycle,its insane

you lost your membrane along the way,