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When old workmanship illustrates the dullness of "life with purpose" or anything identical to it, a ghetto triumph will hold them up to shame, saying that they were born wealthy. This is a result of how much any human being wants to induce his/her standpoint to the masses. It's like the old cliche story of two persons arguing whether the figure was  "6" or "9" The only difference is that this time, one shouts so loud that they live it and by the end of the day, they hold on to a microphone at a podcast telling others the " Secrets of life" and how to live.

Well a camel's hoof doesn't soothe a cow.

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Jackalope and Jasmine are worth knowing,

but

We stick our hands in the butter that comes off easily,

We pick the fights we can win.

We, all are intimidated

Both by ignorance and knowledge.

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The snake will stop biting when the world is just and the world won't be just, until the snake stops biting.

Like paratroopers, they often put out a certain lie in such a big number or give it a tremendous shout!

Like how the gown glitters in their shops and how they piss on it when they've sold it to you.

Like how a plant based diet shrinks a stomach that was built to decompose.

Like how sand, and not rain washes us away.

Whatever we do, we coil right back where we started; Washed and put in clothes.

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Taking a piss reinstates our consciousness. That's how much invested we are.

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If one could wield a screen to the walls of a coop and show the horrors of the outside to the outlaws, they would still wank to the jiggling sound of the keys. Not that they don't know, what else would they do? Or where else would they go. This tedious journey has no other way around it. Some will tell you to feed the soul or take care of the spirit and forget about the body or listen to the heart instead of the brain or vice versa.

Here's the thing; with a brain capacity of about 1350 cc, we are one of two.

Either we are abundantly crackbrained because with such thinking capacity, we can't live perfectly or we were nothing to start with in the first place and that we got full of ourselves for nothing and that Someone else is running the show perfectly of which majority of us are facing away from.

Unfortunately, some will still argue that we are neither of this or atleast act like it.

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What is the difference between fondness and the snake that rests in the sand that suffocates us when it springs up at the darkest hour to bite.

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A MAN CAN BE BOUGHT

A man is bought

The man is used to burn others

Then he is burnt

The name civilisation burns with him

Ashes of ignorance are left of him

Other cheap men start to consume the ashes until they start choking on it

They start to burn from inside

Everyone close to them will eventually burn from inside too

The disease spreads and every curing doctor will be killed

The medicine will be expensive for about a century

Other men will learn from this, to hold up a value greater than monetary value.

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Coerced Angello into every walk

Bewilderment in stalks

The things I need to prep

I will be your indemnity, when clay is modeled in tears

I want to hide my face in yours

But am terrified that I'll drain my blood into yours,

My rogue to you,

In an era where generosity is rebuked,

Am just afraid to confess my love.

If you are a show,

I'll die hovering, in your choreography which I'll never get to perform.

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We blacks,

have abomination make us believe

that it's OK to lick the blood off, of the stubbing blade.

We blacks,

are now a disgrace to the BUFFALO SOILDER.

We blacks,

did betray KING KUNTA.

We blacks,

are now the soft breed.

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A name is ruined when it is forgotten by its owner.

Either in praises or condemnation.

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You wander in my mind when am wide awake and I dream of you when am sleep.

This is to say that you are familiar with my conscious and unconscious mind.

The soul knows its starvation, without a word, Without a path.

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When the wind plugs a grey strand of hair from an old man's whatnot depilated head, is the old man part of life or is life part of the old man?

Like why be selfish to not let nature have you?

Be gracious to the snake, Let it have a bite.

Fellow humans don't appreciate as much.

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Is it the deeds?

Or the desire?

The colours or the heights?

Is it the status?

Or how different the feet flattens on the ground?

Is it about what runs down the gut?

What makes mortals be afraid mortality?

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A sea shanty

a pining,

and ink.

Open doors,

Light in tunnels,

Who'd expect a leopard's roar.

A bully,

Praised and cursed.

We bend rules for a bully.

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The future killed the golden goose

"Oh I wish we humans could fly" ,

and "Tomorrow" is similar to this statement.

"Something's in the water"

this may be a gangster's verse but it holds the same meaning too.

There's nothing in there....but hey,

Clap your hands for hope....

Maybe it does more than it should.

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It takes melodies to convince some that life is great.

Slow animals such as the tortoise and the chameleon drag they feet across miles to procreate.

You keep it moving.

From young to old to pass down the genes, after this, nature takes you down the hole.

So no need to fire the first bullet of a tribal conflict, Not for praises at least. What's a praise compared to several holes in the dirt?

Or burn your clutch for a turbo show....a ravaged engine is louder than the claps.

And NO, life is not great.....it's simple.

Don't look back to find names or achievements, just see the past as empty cinema seats. Then you'll realise that sometimes, we are just numbers that come and go.