Under The Moon
• Written by WYND
Coplanar existence I call that a religion
two sides to the vision of the system,
reminiscing on bitches who never finished.
Fishing with the debate of political hooks,
get the crooks of the centerfold thats the mission,
the soldiers who kicking to start pissin,
did it on the bodies of the helpless victims.
the amicable priests are very arid in time,
i find the minds of the unfixable in a line.
fines broken out by the rhyme stone mime in their primes,
benevolent pastors becoming the bastards,
a rapture ruptures deep inside of the casket
so the congregation let the pope evoke baskets
he awoke in a room full of empty souled hoes mascots.
the energy was enervating to these better faces,
now they using hackneyed material rhymes,
i find it inevitable for my demise,
realize that edible pie was just a joke,
it was in the sky hit the ground like a rope,
from the above of the reverend of the sky,
and the veterans who fell in the better end of the life.
novices who are opulent stocking the shelves,
no job for the greedy march your self to hell,
go back to april make sure to repel the sell.
so the renovation of the Ethiopian nation
was delayed because of all the christian sanctions.
but that is spurious in ranking to restraining,
remaining in the group of the steak making,
a cook out for the submissive of the world,
a white van follows a little girl after school,
trying to be subtle but you already knew,
didnt tell the parents of the child now she flew,
into the heavens to live in reclusion,
we knew it by the times it was judist.
an illusion of the pay in the move in.
prudent prayers talking about some waivers.
prosperity gospels and some of the haters.
Mind of the hostile in the blatant man on the streets.
It could be you and it could be me.
but you are perfidious to your trust,
and insidious to your lust for better love.
a glove fits like a hug from the one and only one.
now you parched after the dance with the devil,
hun you shouldve listened cause that lasts forever.
longevity was not for the kennedy kids,
eightys babies gone crazy, Benedict did too.
explicit rabies gone lazy like no death.
the lobbyist talked to obamas dentists,
just to find the teeth had some cavities.
you need to inspect not just respect the color,
listen to your mother unless she crazy or 6 feet under.
my hypothesis to exist in n out of the fishbowl,
like a hamburger with a switch from kin folk.
one of the realest pens that wrote, i been told.
but im out under the moon like a werewolf.
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WYND
Member since December 2 2013