There are so many things in the heart of man, i cant tell you not to think it through, its a state of mind. The craving, the desire, the passion for fantasies, are there any real feeling that are not fantasy?
So many questions my God i have in mind and so many answers giving me i am running mad. Whom shall it be told unto the circumnavigation of my world in the crucible of wickedness, I will rather go to heaven with my cloths on than go to hell and be tortured in my nakedness.
In nakedness I came, in nakedness I will die. Dust to dust, The principle of life you evade not i am dream driven, passion sustained, impact concerned and that's my high definition. No secret can be kept secret under the sun, The only thing i kept sacred, The only SON.
Now the pale spirit horse of death comes daily, The dark spirit horse of ignorance and fear kills daily, I hear it hoof beats, My hustle a sacred ritual, If you cant beat me get behind me. Fight your way out of life or to victory, you cant waste all your night just for sleeping. All these are nitty grit-ties of great men. Follow your dreams at night and i will die if you get a single nightmare, Then I say, better for my dreams to be shattered like the holy grail containing poison than having a sip of it sweet poison.
DE CONDUIT.
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