Natural Witness

In this world of suffering, I'm taking part in the experiment.

Eyes watching me, I could care less.

I'm not listening to any messages from these false awareness because I'm aware of death.

Walls express my all in stress.

And text calls for more all in obsess to transgress the stress of seeing the death of my message to the divine.

Because they lied.

Now, there's nothing they can hide because I died.

Watching it all from the top of the sky like an all watchful eye.

Never will I try to arrive to the divine lie of life.

As I'm riding the sky with other eyes to be deciding who dies.

Liking lightening, I'm seeing you where ever you might be hiding.

Frightened, crying, striking, dying.

This is inevitable.

Fist fly, incredible this guy's lips timings impeccable.

Like a rhyme animal, natural in my mind is the mapping of rapping.

I'm trapped within what's happening.

A Natural witness to these actions of mischief because I attacked the eyewitness and died so fictitiously.

They lied about the divine witnessing.