Lost at sea 3:33

Imagine.
A thought assassin
An upper class man
Without abandon

Hope in our future
No wound for suture
No disease to cure

Only one
before its undone
Collects the ” none ”

Our broken thoughts under the sun…

It Fuels the fire and desire to create
Appreciate,
Where the common man will depreciate…

Create something other then ways to instigate investigate or deliberate

Grow from within

What the hell is a sin?
When truth is right or wrong do not exist

As much as you deny that and try to resist

It is what it is

A thought assassin
Dark as night and crooked smile

Never wait
fear none

Dont equate

Be great

Do not miss miss what you cannot see.

Which is life for the likes of we,

Coexistence with impossibility.

Beauty is not within the eye
That is the lie

The ugly truth is what you find uncouth
Because your lost in the dream of reality.

We call this lost at sea.

Found this thought at gate 333

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Author: mAdMoUtHiNk

Say what you want say what you will; I feel its sad how we feel what we say and make each other ill…. build me up or break me still, the monster is in this language; as a kill or a thrill.

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