I have been selected to bee at times and not to bee, most moments within the shadows of our Universal hallway.
Does balance play a major part within the bullshit, I was set up to live in.
Rats, maggots, and all of they above are apart of my make up. Dirt is where the woman was made from. The rib of Adam. So he had to bee dead in order to make my life. And here I AM, eating his flesh or what is steel of his remains.
I’ve been reminded everyday of choices. And the clues that get dropped by soft sweet voices
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To bee placed as the Queen of shit, but my energy is life.
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Cheers to life and all of it’s make ups and camera time
Steel learning to shake him off. But the dirt here, is sooooooooooo good.
No wonder I’m not able to grow anything within his garden or grave.