R.I.P.(Rap Is Poetry)

Collective thoughts in the cosmos, wandering off wonder where to go.

Showing off my intergalactic spaceships that shoot broken souls.

Release these chains that yield the whole heartedly for lost goals.

Ame Damnee working for the unheartly, dreams to far to reach.

Money hungry ants latching on like a blood leach, wish for treash.

Trash even surpasses the masses that prayed to a satanist.

God overshadowed the later text, banishing the latex.

Dominatrix in black swim caps dreaming way to far for naps.

This is how my mind thinks, shrinks everytime, I wish I could leave.