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Again I find myself sitting in silence as, I'm watching all of the violence around the world within my minds eye but who am I to stop it? I tell the story and I'm looked upon as a prophet yet the blinded think I'm crazy so why should I even talk then? Does this happen often? Every fucking day. I watch projections in front of my face sometimes wishing it would just go away. I know what to do to make this world a better place but I can't say shit til the right people sit in front of my face. This table.... They think I'm stupid and try to play a trick but when I see through it and prove it they're going to be scared shitless. So when does this happen? I can't see the dates but I see so much greatness that over comes, including cutting back on all those racists. So many changes that i can I create from holograms off the moon to consuming the worlds hate but then again, why can't it happen sooner? A lunar eclipse is when they find the ruins but then again the space ship sent here is over taken by a platoon. You fucking idiots. Scared of Armageddon and preparing for a war, what for? I'm part of the reason why this world is suppose to last a few more AGES, Unless you want it to be over. I'm 4th. Eye of Horus has seeded me out. The hawk circled dozens of occasions then landed above the balcony. Like a falcon scene, I've seen why I'm so fully capable but am still unable to explain these visions until the Illuminati are sitting at the table. My presents among the pheasants has what made me so fucking stable that I realized I'm just a prince to a king within a real life fable. History just keeps repeating itself without a doubt. And those who claim to be rap god's, ummm where are those title belts? y'all can Wear it like a pelt. I don't care because I would never want it. I know we're all the same but too many ignorant people flaunt it. Those claims that lead to stress when you think that you are the best, better then the rest but forgetting what the meaning of blessed is. BUt hey..... I'll applaud to all of you so called rap god's... see that a little g.... Because what's inside of me can make you all shocked in awe. Sell your souls to the devil, live life backwards that just creates more dog's. See yourself in the mirror and dyslexia see's the word all wrong. I refuse to let anyone take control of the truth because what I'm meant to do. Back to square one: What I need to prove: Articulate, stimulated simulating vindicated indications of saving nations with unity, peace awareness is what i've been raising. Amazing blue prints I've seen since I was kid, timing is key, that's why the piano's playing. Speaking to me in ways of feeling like i'm appraised communicating with animals and sheep. becoming a medium. A psychic that works in mysterious ways. The magic that's in me as I type or even start writing away can be used within a day or put away for another day. Weeks to years later up to decades, when ever the music starts to play, i look at several books as the beat is going and know exactly where i wanna to find the page. Thousands of lyrics, poetry, books and scripts are in this mix so take a pick and see what craziness is when you see how sick and fucking tired I get from trying to keep up. Like I'm watching several movies at once and they all include me reaching for that cup. I'm Thirsty plus I starve myself, this is my choice, because as I get closer to death I can hear clearly God's voice. He speaks to me, in ways that help fill that loving void and I know so much about the future right down to each and every single girl and boy. It gets crazy.... but If i speak of scenes and change people's paths i feel the wrath as a punishment and the devil just laughs, fuck him. I'll be patient and wait for the person who is suppose to get it and let it become more clearer why I choose to remain a simple pheasant. Pleasant dreams, during the day I see them clearly and when people clue in that's when they fear me because theory has proven that sinners don't want to come near me.... that's fine. I have a spine, but none of yours will be like mine. Parables... That how I speak and rhyme all of the time. Puzzle pieces that I leave behind are for those who truly seek me, it's sneaky but part of a bigger design. I knew the future since I was a kid. About the battle with Eminem in a movie.. I wrote the script. Roles get flipped, his dignity is kept as I gain more respect and insatiably put his fucking ego in check. An Eagle is a threat observe. But unlike people their extinction is meant to be absurd. I'd love to finish writing what is meant to be heard but if i explain any more just yet, Bilderberg will have me murdered...... Come find me..... WE NEED TO TALK '_' these next steps are what take us further. Now back to the silence as I wait for the Herder. ......I give you my word.
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