// Empirical //

You've ever had your soul rest because it was so stressed

Enclosed as the most saddest soul known there

Foamed at the area on the mouth no less

Dying crying silently,on hell was known to flow there

 

Throwed to rooms of cold boldest aromas

Gettinng hit by arrows knocked out into a coma

Was made to alternate ideas just like a commas

Shown hate to show love was only made to be thrown scares

 

Most barely made it to the next dimension;go there

he at most chose to roast his innermost soul stares

By borrowing bottles to hollow models and oh yes

Following the sorrows on crossroads that he once most feared

 

Sheer terror he pees a theraphy (terror pee)

mentally a melody arouse animosity

A mousque to build to pray in modesty

Dressed so modestly but his heart just wants a toast to drinks

 

Supppsedly he was supposed to be a post to show the heedless signs of the apocalypse

He's off of it but destiny is meant to be a fan of thee would act itself but actually will run from it to run from hell

 

Apostles boasts so he gloats over the novices

Closed from all this vice that he chose and was made to know from it

And those he soaked gold and enclosed cases

In close case and in most case he showed face just to close cages

 

Throwed rage to show haste and broke oaths,aced

He boast to be the most aided in souls cases

In close places erupting claustrophobia in enclosed spaces

shut them off to shove chases

 

 

 

Showed sages his ages of old traitors

And trade it for breath lessons in mountains to be sold satan

And hopes to be the devil he once to be so hating

But look at where he came he's lame untamed,young,raging

 

The lessons learned in the tents i burned

Tentatively to test a turn by crashing first to crash and learn

But i crashed and burn broke with no cash to earn

Im burning my money like im transferring cash to urn

 

Im fast to learn but slow when im past immersed

In this traps i've mend to dismantle the facts i hear

To pretend its plague to sack my intellectutal

Ability act on track im paranoid

 

Im void of good im a customer

Paying cash to her a cashier for my ash and worms

Bashing myself in trash and fast from break to dawn

write a song im stressed with tests that im obsessed to learn

 

Life has by far been generous

Letting me abused by sergeants

so that I learn what its like to be a general

Taught me how to clean by me to be a janitor

Forced me to lower my gaze and protect my genitals

Breaking me from systems,destroyoing the inner sentinels

Sent to us packaged with corrupt

senators

Addictted to abducting myself from all mass events

Even if its good to protect my heart from arrogance

 

 

Emprical as seeing vitiligo with ego with wig,old,to meet hoes and defeat boss and kick men with feet to balls

to who as feeble and see through this facade

of fasad fasting fast to fasten a fast art