here. i wrote some stuff.

i like writing. here's some stuff.


The elite organisation, a corrupt corporation, recently gave notification for purification of the population. Where is the justification in the administration of inoculations for virus annihilation? The incarceration of the nation's generation and the continuation of deforestation... what's the purpose in these abominations? I'm sick and tired of the falsification and devaluation of the constitution, diluted and polluted, well here's my solution.

We end persecution and prosecution and focus on human evolution, no more need for institutions that practice circumlocution. It's time to end the confusion, make a contribution and join the revolution.

And as for the world elite??? Execution.
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Let's get this rap started... hope I don't sound too cold hearted while I talk about the life I departed. The life of lies I left behind, intertwined with the kind of mind combined with my defiance, ritualistically and sadistically seemed designed to confine my intellectual being with maligned ineffectual thinking. Linking the ties together, not blinking in the malevolent weather... whether or not I had supposed what to do, well what was I supposed to do?

Expose the truth? Fuck that, I'd rather hide it from you. It's not like I can undo what I've endured, I'll never be cured. Maybe I'll mature from this obscure torture. Or maybe I'll roast in hell, a soul scorcher. I'd forge my own death certificate just to not deal with what's real. Can't remember what it is like to feel. I used to steal just to get by, everyday an ordeal to get high. Perhaps I can reveal the lie... the true nature of WHY.

I often question my success at my own discretion, expressing my emotions without tapping into aggression. When it's time to decompress I find myself stressed, and I try to make an impression... well here's my confession and I'll write it on paper-- my life is a bitch and I fucking raped her. Violated her, because I hated her. I never dated her, because I was waiting for her to relate her purpose with my fate... but what the fuck did I create? More importantly, why did I chose to desecrate? I just suffocate, thinking about the constant debate between evil and good in my heart... well I wanted to write a rap, guess this is a start.
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Meditating alone on my own... in the zone, thoughts cryptic like the Rosetta stone. Witness things unknown as my astral body is thrown on the throne, after having flown through many dimensions. Did I mention the extension of the tension I felt during my ascension? Lacking total comprehension as my spirit's suspension in space caught the attention of an alien race. What was this place I had discovered as I hovered and soared, hearing an angelic chord? I saw a sword of fire, cut my silver cord like a wire... and I had lost all attachment to self.

I was no longer connected, surely this was not expected... I must have neglected my physical being, effectively dissected the connection I was so vividly seeing. I should have been corrected as my spirit ejected, leaving my body unprotected.

Now I wander the Astral planes, as I ponder my worldly chains... It pains me to know my veins will never again flow with blood again... my body laying in bed like a corpse... amen.

As my final words for this Earth approach, I dread the worst... rebirth as a roach. Surely my karma has not been that dreadful, but alas, only the moon fucking knows.
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I find it ironic how demonic the chronic masonic rituals habitually free the Illuminati of the degree thirty-three to seethe through their rotten teeth and breathe as they plot destruction, corruption, and population reduction.

Make way, new world order, for the introduction of a people rising, though it may be surprising that we've been anonymously devising a peaceful resistance from a global distance to preserve human existence, and we don't need your assistance no we don't need your assistance.

The elite heads are conceited, with their concrete mistreating of ninety-nine percent of the globe, wearing nothing but hoodwinks and robes, they try to probe the subconscious mind through the media, and with our ignorance we keep on feeding them.

Get up, get out, and join the rebellion. We will win the fight with words and expression, not violent aggression. The suppression of my people has gone far enough... 2012 is the year it's going to get rough. Rough for the world leaders as the people unite... Get ready for the people to rise you scumbags, prepare to fight.
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here's a picture.

of a pencil. because you write with it. like i write stuff. With pencils.



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