manic depressant that teaches lessons, to adults and adolescents, all kinds of blessings we find if we open curtains, nothings certain, sea serpent that lost his purpose, corridors, filled with condors, that explore, looking how to eat more, what you saw is what you saw, lets look into the raw, mental footage i acquired looking for what i desired, let it burn in the fire, passions changing, mentality is growing, its not just about me, we have to change our frequency, set each others minds free, of course the student suppose to be, at least in my eyes surpassing the teacher, street preacher vocals is dynamic, cause panic to those running rabid. on a land the strong and willful suppose to inhabit, majority rules we forgot that in the process, kind of hard to digest, you didn't say your blessings yet, big brother watching don't ever forget, same thing you use to text, that's how they detect, privacy over here gets no respect, brain washed to the point that we forget, the real threat
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