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Foreward: I choose to throw this here for a few reasons. Many of you don't really know me or have just heard of me. I made a choice to leave many groups because I have lost tolerance for silly macros mistaken as "meme" responses, three word answers and the like. I'm not saying that all groups are "bad" or "wrong". I just think it's possible that the big word "Chaos" can get lost amongst the weeds at times. This was a drunken rant on stupidity when I wrote it and rebellion against the sea of Hot Topic chokers and summoning the biggest, baddest of ol' Sol's demons to "prove" oneself moments. So no these words aren't intended for anyone here as much as a mass I feel forming like some plague. I haven't "flowed" in years, this took 5 mins. with no edits so if it's shit don't say I didn't warn you.
Venomous women, tryin' to get in where they fit in. Not knowing I peeped game since I was a children. Speak your shit, approach your shit. And don't get shocked when I don't play along with your little "men & women sew in". You can't replicate what you don't know, you try to show but still just can't get it. Wrap your head around the patriarchy and matriarchy. And think that shit has nothing to do with modern day society?! You're mental. Wrap your brain around my pencil and dream of the days you get the Sacramental. You call upon what you want to play with without pause, perception or hesitation for what you wish in.
Half my blood killed my other half. What you got? A bunch of books makin' you bad. Claiming any culture you can cling to as your own. It's ludicrous, thinking all of them will be known. Some doors are shut, air tight. And due to this, damned sure there is a price.
So, be stupid. Be fool. I care not which wish. All of your fallacies and blindfolds as you choose. You don't know your own history, much less theirs'. But dream to tread upon sands that were never spared. Blood was spilled worse than your menstrual cycle. Your silly games, you truly should recycle. Join the Club. Of the Lesser Ranks. Because at least down here, we know our shit stanks.
Get in where you fit in or get left behind. Most of you will think I have a sick mind. If that was your guess I assure you are correct. But you might not have stepped in the places I've stepped. Walk with the fools, get ready to meet the masses. They'll surely leave you exactly as you are. Flat on your asses. Rhyming hasn't been asked of me for years. But fuck it. Sometimes even my Ancestors shed tears.
You men ain't no better, you wear fake crowns. Falling upon your last name, as if you're bound. I run with those that like wolves hunt bones. Feathers. And unlike you, we don't judge. We don't stop to cover our nose. For Death and Decay has been most my kind has ever known. We don't have a religion, not one that's singular. Just a bunch of E.A's making fake videos. Of shit you don't know, you haven't walked. Boy, you need to speak real talk. Language. It's a silly thing, isn't it? When "womb" isn't in my dictionary, give it the decency; the respect to know. Not all of us dug in the death throws. The dead bodies that my own blood helped discover.
Oh. You forgot. These roads aren't easy all the time are they, motherfucker?
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