These dreams, my visions.
All day I dream about sex, Every chance I'll get I'll
hit on em.
My prey, Till I say I do.
Money over bitches, In this world of greed.
Hidden Meanings, Now intellegent to see.
My father, the MOB.
I Love this world, My God.
Many to appriecate, Till I decapitate.
Here, Will it be heard, Or considered
Obscured?
Perverted in no way, I found my time,
I will stay.
Till my remains, I shall remain writing.
Poetry, Music, My obsession.
I don't blame you, making me hateful,
for you know not what you do, do you?
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