A mountain, built from the ground up. Word after word after word, people talk talk talk And it’s tantamount to plowing Everest: The likelihood of finding fertile ground, And clearing some space, to find

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Death Drive The provocateur of our interior, doth crawl as beast of horror and in the darkest corner of our cave. Yet, we wave what little flame we have leased. And within that flame, time bends and appears

A sense of how the senses sense makes it clear we smear the clear when we draw eternity to the present tense. The colors of eternity paint the ear such that we glimpse nature’s whim as hymns sung to bring

A friend and I like to enjoy a few brews and make trap beats and flow over them as a joke. Just having some fun.