posted on Jan, 4 2019 @ 07:09 AM
The world has much peril.
The world has much good.
I see no reason to worry.
Whether it's a beautiful day in this, or a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
I once figured out ways to edit the timeline.
I decided there is no need.
Immortal in the afterlife, but all men still bleed.
Do you want to watch, do you want to read, do you want to end your line, or do you spread your seed?
If you care, if you believe, I am sure there are hidden in this world, many ways to change a scene.
Languid minds can be the death of magazine, but a magazine can ask you naught, yet still cause men to bleed, whether they read, believed in God, or
fell silent in the street.
Find your place, I will not take it, but it's up to you, you have to make it.
Up, I have given, depressed, down, I've been livin'.
The strong don't pray on the week, so Sunday is when I erase my sinnin'
I really don't, no need to go, met God once, rated the show.
This poem is a testament, meant to leave me grinnin'
If you can put to death the sad, that's happiness, beginnin'
Pursue for me, I pursue for you, we'll trade one day, one for two.
Take away, less than you give. We'll swap later, I die, you live.