MACHINES DO WHAT YOU TELL THEM TO DO

THE night crashes like a dagger ///—\\ THE winds turn like falling rains
the night is absent of light; the day is full of maybe’s and
the night is closing but it’s not too late. It’s not too late.
Like Mars the atmosphere is leaving
but i am not fearing. So, oceans rolling like thunder and
it’s not too late. I shall not fear evil.
As city structures fall and turn to rust Our lives turn
into ashes but it’s not too late. Not too late.
Within an atmosphere so lethal and evil but i shall not fear
— i am a ghost like the day breaks. the darkness the darkness.
Others will feel my touch, they will see me and then they will die
and their very lights will fade. I am a clock.
It is in the very language we speak.
In reality we are now aware an experience to be experienced.
“My feet are your feet. I am what you were.
I am the wind.
I am light.
I am the moon.
I am what you should be.
I am everything.” i got to go like ultra ultra pain — feel the rain/
Destroying all the negatives before the black
mass of media takes hold of all meaning.
Boys be drinking genius juice
women confused. It accentuates the positive and destroys negative.
Get a hold of it. Women smelling the frog powder/devil beating
the zombie land\ if you want to be a star i will eat the original
art from the fallen ones___ just me. Black op zone all alone.
This is the true story a true story based upon a deep lie in history.

:: 10.08.2020 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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