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Boston Tea party and the Pandemic
Boston Tea party and the Pandemic
Here and all throughout the army, this continent we have a mandatory law.
Wear it or be in total quarantine for McCaw.
Exchange all types of herbal, diet, and iced tea over the great wall.
Here deeply embedded in our supermall when making our list we stand six feet apart.
Part way of the hummer and take the Volvo just to have more tea on every block.
Green Tea for health.
Cammamile for long lasting sleep.
Smooth move for the bowles, and iced for the quinch of thirst.
Anyone and everyone anywhere far in and between is lined up around the building.
If you want to be apart of the Boston Tea party and the Pandemic, you must come early and cooperate accordingly to the mandatory law.
Avoiding sticky metal.
Dodging spirals of wicked pain that when you lye down directly on leads to a sore arm .
At least that is what it will feel like.
Costco like if you try to remove the cotton ball and bandage off these wounds you embarked a inkblot test.
The monster blood rise to skin, and cells get the goldrush under the notion.
Ocean; motion antifreeze the black panther freeze before running out of time.
Derail me, deformed, the hyroglyphics etched in tools of interest bare rates that apply.
Somewhere in sometimes something happens to summon the summit and dockate.
Suddenly I see, here we are with the proper educate, English tea to paraphrase the summary, and to hurl like a javolen across the Red sea.
With our supernatural beliefs and native tounges, we phobia, detour illegal immigrants and alien alliases to be blacklisted.
What a beautiful girl, when it whirls when it swirls, until the limelight the fame , and glory days take a turn.
Take a toll she starts to loose it starting riots.
Bringing violence out of nowhere learns to summersult, you'll understand.
She's become a sociopath.
She's become the soccerers stone.
She's become the living dead.
Out of control.
Out on the hunt for blood.
Out for revenge.
On the front lines.
Facing odds.
Fighting for arrival.
Fighting for survival.
Fighting enemies.
Fighting friends.
One on one.
Ten thousand against one.
She's become a banshee.
She's become unstable, and most importantly she's become unstoppable!!!
She is a machine infection, currupting any electromagnetic force.
Taken too far away anywhere but home, shaving her hair bald she finds herself kicking obstacles like a soda can.
At the point of no return.
She can hold her own.
Turning trumps into friends.
Turning friends against friends somehow in my mind they both become one .
Quick someone get a mammogram, catsscan this fish it may have swallowed it's eagle pride.
Just like seven ate nine.
There's nothing inside!!!
I've been living a lie.
There's nothing inside, bring me to life!
In a world unethical.
Unworthy to see three hundred years on earth.
Unfit to solve your own problem.
Unable to open closed doors.
Leaving trails of bad luck and no class.
Loud volume, high voltage and low bass.
Depth, decieble , and unmounted mass.
A little breed comaro on my knee called spaz.
Use liquid graphite to tune up the artisanship of something to envy, a September taste in an amplitude of soprano sax play at jazz.
Then they don't want to fast, but will pull up fast making aggregated assault transmortitude into everything to harass.
More for the prodigy of the product in a coaca cola glass.
Arms stretched forth in a lawn of manicured grass.
I'm not sure how long the Boston Tea party and the kids are going to last.
I practiced with the spells you usually cast.
This week is a wonder, you don't want to pass.
We major in the aerodynamic gas.
Wax characteres hyper realistic they doth display a resemblance to the Mona Lisa, but like her I'm smiling, holding back the tears , because I don't want to openly bleed in the hands of my bony lass.
No, I don't want to cry.
I don't don't want to feel anymore for you.
I don't want to be in here alone.
Yesterday; I touched you and saw a vision; the fall from a skyscraper; being stripped of power to fly from death, and eaten alive by human vultures.
I hope my permanision misses!!!
It's like radio; it's like radiye.
It's like a bad habit that won't break.
It's like the camera wars; star wars , for the race to the moon.
It's dynamic; cutting edge.
Culture shocking; gravity defying.
French inspired; German filled.
Hollyfiled, whipped cream.
Gold plated, hands on, but hands free.
Hands up; hands down; happy feet.
Handsome, irresistible.
Irreplaceable, universal.
Caffeinated, undisputed.
Multipurpose, fine art
Psychotherapy, Psychoactive.
Gerrymander, artistically inclined.
Increased, youth preserving.
Phenomenon, common law.
Padded rooms, intricate.
Obtuse, honey glazed.
Nut cracker, fire proof.
Picture perfect, popparozzi.
Armed and dangerous.
Immortalized.
Institutionalized.
Humanized.
Categorized.
Strategized.
Christianized.
Burning question.
Burning witch on trial.
Salt and pepper.
Black and decor.
Firefighter, house sorter.
Sleeping beauty, sleepy hollow.
Wonderlands, Neverland.
Animated, cinematography.
Red tape, adhesive glue.
Bewitched, magical.
Sensational year round.
The writ to testify, evangelize.
Evangelism is never summoned in one word.
Evangelist that simply bend and beautify the truth.
No matter how ugly and unkind it is, I can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how long I've tried, can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how far you are, I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.
My education; my savior.
My rebirth; my self esteem.
My reasoning; mobility.
Acreage; miles.
Koenigsegg; opportunity.
My lethal weapon; parts and spares.
An unfinished dream with no end.
A old spirit that won't die.
A hindering revelation; separating me from the land of living.
Although it's right before me, revelation keeps me from crossing over.
A ghost town with unfinished business.
Lost cities under water.
Lost cities under sands of time.
Bullet in a bible that serves a new hidden agenda for propaganda.
Outbreaks of skin rash due to rumors and social inequalities abroad pop culture and promiscuity.
Another lecture on chemistry of opposing sexes.
The battle of the sexes.
It's sexism.
A never ending war on Alfa females and Alfa males in the ring.
Wildlife; wildfire.
Polluting the sound doctrine of the North.
Crisis line.
Suicide it's a suicide.
Suicide it's a suicide, with suicide doors stepping out the good side into the bad side on a good foot, in a Goodyear wearing vassache and alligator shoes.
It's scandalous.
Mary had a lamb, Mary never has to know.
If it's too late to change your mind, if you can invade the stars to change the world.
Erase this lie.
Somewhere looking for the way, I die all the time, but I can't seem to turn the light on.
Save yourself!
Don't look back!
Imagine that you're still alive in midflight ; though there's turbulence at stealthy altitudes, the whirlwinds after all can take you where you need to be if you give up fighting.
Listen to the pain some lesson has got to come along, but only by your will.
Is it so hard for you?
Because it is so hard for me to cross the oceans in my mind, steak you with knifes one last time to erase this, lie.
My guard came crashing down.
My dreams could come all the way down, I'll only have myself to blame.
You; the oath .
Deep inside.
You won't get to see the tears I've cried behind these hazel eyes; swallow me then spit me out; for hating you I blame my soul; seeing you it kills me not, no I don't cry on the outside anymore!!!
Cross the oceans in your mind.
Steak me with knifes one last time.
Cross the oceans in our minds, steak our conscience in the lie.
Again erase the motor engine that again wash the blood from our hands.
It's taking over me!!!
The blood filled most to rise .
Memories begin to fall.
Your voice haunting me.
Haunting these walls, shadows come to revealing.
Fear in me, stays in me!!!
A modern Michelle basqiuat for greed.
A New age Picasso of the algorithm for destruction.
Wicked wisdom to our daily infrastructure.
The knowing how to get away with murder.
Knowing how to sow discord.
Knowing how to rob an innocent life.
Infecting national security with phishing.
Running a terrorist organization.
Stealing a car, and never being caught.
Sailing illegal weapons.
Human trafficking.
Watching adult films should make me feel like selling my soul to sin, but I join this Boston Tea party and the girls to throw shade on the world, whilst we stay quarantined quaratee from the meek, from the ill, from the weak, and the fragile, and the elders.
It's all we can gauge; make-believe that watching the world sink in chaos is what reverses the sorrow, erases all the trauma, until this severe storm blows away.
Overly abusive souls get casted away.
Like bomb threats get sorted away.
I can't keep you out of my mind!!!
Your criminal intent sinks deep down under, you not who I thought you are!
I'm not going to write you because you asked for it.
Because you need one, I'm not going to write you today.
Authorship by Mr Dashaun Snipes
©( 2023-2024)
© Dashaun Snipes
Here and all throughout the army, this continent we have a mandatory law.
Wear it or be in total quarantine for McCaw.
Exchange all types of herbal, diet, and iced tea over the great wall.
Here deeply embedded in our supermall when making our list we stand six feet apart.
Part way of the hummer and take the Volvo just to have more tea on every block.
Green Tea for health.
Cammamile for long lasting sleep.
Smooth move for the bowles, and iced for the quinch of thirst.
Anyone and everyone anywhere far in and between is lined up around the building.
If you want to be apart of the Boston Tea party and the Pandemic, you must come early and cooperate accordingly to the mandatory law.
Avoiding sticky metal.
Dodging spirals of wicked pain that when you lye down directly on leads to a sore arm .
At least that is what it will feel like.
Costco like if you try to remove the cotton ball and bandage off these wounds you embarked a inkblot test.
The monster blood rise to skin, and cells get the goldrush under the notion.
Ocean; motion antifreeze the black panther freeze before running out of time.
Derail me, deformed, the hyroglyphics etched in tools of interest bare rates that apply.
Somewhere in sometimes something happens to summon the summit and dockate.
Suddenly I see, here we are with the proper educate, English tea to paraphrase the summary, and to hurl like a javolen across the Red sea.
With our supernatural beliefs and native tounges, we phobia, detour illegal immigrants and alien alliases to be blacklisted.
What a beautiful girl, when it whirls when it swirls, until the limelight the fame , and glory days take a turn.
Take a toll she starts to loose it starting riots.
Bringing violence out of nowhere learns to summersult, you'll understand.
She's become a sociopath.
She's become the soccerers stone.
She's become the living dead.
Out of control.
Out on the hunt for blood.
Out for revenge.
On the front lines.
Facing odds.
Fighting for arrival.
Fighting for survival.
Fighting enemies.
Fighting friends.
One on one.
Ten thousand against one.
She's become a banshee.
She's become unstable, and most importantly she's become unstoppable!!!
She is a machine infection, currupting any electromagnetic force.
Taken too far away anywhere but home, shaving her hair bald she finds herself kicking obstacles like a soda can.
At the point of no return.
She can hold her own.
Turning trumps into friends.
Turning friends against friends somehow in my mind they both become one .
Quick someone get a mammogram, catsscan this fish it may have swallowed it's eagle pride.
Just like seven ate nine.
There's nothing inside!!!
I've been living a lie.
There's nothing inside, bring me to life!
In a world unethical.
Unworthy to see three hundred years on earth.
Unfit to solve your own problem.
Unable to open closed doors.
Leaving trails of bad luck and no class.
Loud volume, high voltage and low bass.
Depth, decieble , and unmounted mass.
A little breed comaro on my knee called spaz.
Use liquid graphite to tune up the artisanship of something to envy, a September taste in an amplitude of soprano sax play at jazz.
Then they don't want to fast, but will pull up fast making aggregated assault transmortitude into everything to harass.
More for the prodigy of the product in a coaca cola glass.
Arms stretched forth in a lawn of manicured grass.
I'm not sure how long the Boston Tea party and the kids are going to last.
I practiced with the spells you usually cast.
This week is a wonder, you don't want to pass.
We major in the aerodynamic gas.
Wax characteres hyper realistic they doth display a resemblance to the Mona Lisa, but like her I'm smiling, holding back the tears , because I don't want to openly bleed in the hands of my bony lass.
No, I don't want to cry.
I don't don't want to feel anymore for you.
I don't want to be in here alone.
Yesterday; I touched you and saw a vision; the fall from a skyscraper; being stripped of power to fly from death, and eaten alive by human vultures.
I hope my permanision misses!!!
It's like radio; it's like radiye.
It's like a bad habit that won't break.
It's like the camera wars; star wars , for the race to the moon.
It's dynamic; cutting edge.
Culture shocking; gravity defying.
French inspired; German filled.
Hollyfiled, whipped cream.
Gold plated, hands on, but hands free.
Hands up; hands down; happy feet.
Handsome, irresistible.
Irreplaceable, universal.
Caffeinated, undisputed.
Multipurpose, fine art
Psychotherapy, Psychoactive.
Gerrymander, artistically inclined.
Increased, youth preserving.
Phenomenon, common law.
Padded rooms, intricate.
Obtuse, honey glazed.
Nut cracker, fire proof.
Picture perfect, popparozzi.
Armed and dangerous.
Immortalized.
Institutionalized.
Humanized.
Categorized.
Strategized.
Christianized.
Burning question.
Burning witch on trial.
Salt and pepper.
Black and decor.
Firefighter, house sorter.
Sleeping beauty, sleepy hollow.
Wonderlands, Neverland.
Animated, cinematography.
Red tape, adhesive glue.
Bewitched, magical.
Sensational year round.
The writ to testify, evangelize.
Evangelism is never summoned in one word.
Evangelist that simply bend and beautify the truth.
No matter how ugly and unkind it is, I can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how long I've tried, can't wait to see tomorrow.
No matter how far you are, I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you.
With you.
With you.
With you.
My education; my savior.
My rebirth; my self esteem.
My reasoning; mobility.
Acreage; miles.
Koenigsegg; opportunity.
My lethal weapon; parts and spares.
An unfinished dream with no end.
A old spirit that won't die.
A hindering revelation; separating me from the land of living.
Although it's right before me, revelation keeps me from crossing over.
A ghost town with unfinished business.
Lost cities under water.
Lost cities under sands of time.
Bullet in a bible that serves a new hidden agenda for propaganda.
Outbreaks of skin rash due to rumors and social inequalities abroad pop culture and promiscuity.
Another lecture on chemistry of opposing sexes.
The battle of the sexes.
It's sexism.
A never ending war on Alfa females and Alfa males in the ring.
Wildlife; wildfire.
Polluting the sound doctrine of the North.
Crisis line.
Suicide it's a suicide.
Suicide it's a suicide, with suicide doors stepping out the good side into the bad side on a good foot, in a Goodyear wearing vassache and alligator shoes.
It's scandalous.
Mary had a lamb, Mary never has to know.
If it's too late to change your mind, if you can invade the stars to change the world.
Erase this lie.
Somewhere looking for the way, I die all the time, but I can't seem to turn the light on.
Save yourself!
Don't look back!
Imagine that you're still alive in midflight ; though there's turbulence at stealthy altitudes, the whirlwinds after all can take you where you need to be if you give up fighting.
Listen to the pain some lesson has got to come along, but only by your will.
Is it so hard for you?
Because it is so hard for me to cross the oceans in my mind, steak you with knifes one last time to erase this, lie.
My guard came crashing down.
My dreams could come all the way down, I'll only have myself to blame.
You; the oath .
Deep inside.
You won't get to see the tears I've cried behind these hazel eyes; swallow me then spit me out; for hating you I blame my soul; seeing you it kills me not, no I don't cry on the outside anymore!!!
Cross the oceans in your mind.
Steak me with knifes one last time.
Cross the oceans in our minds, steak our conscience in the lie.
Again erase the motor engine that again wash the blood from our hands.
It's taking over me!!!
The blood filled most to rise .
Memories begin to fall.
Your voice haunting me.
Haunting these walls, shadows come to revealing.
Fear in me, stays in me!!!
A modern Michelle basqiuat for greed.
A New age Picasso of the algorithm for destruction.
Wicked wisdom to our daily infrastructure.
The knowing how to get away with murder.
Knowing how to sow discord.
Knowing how to rob an innocent life.
Infecting national security with phishing.
Running a terrorist organization.
Stealing a car, and never being caught.
Sailing illegal weapons.
Human trafficking.
Watching adult films should make me feel like selling my soul to sin, but I join this Boston Tea party and the girls to throw shade on the world, whilst we stay quarantined quaratee from the meek, from the ill, from the weak, and the fragile, and the elders.
It's all we can gauge; make-believe that watching the world sink in chaos is what reverses the sorrow, erases all the trauma, until this severe storm blows away.
Overly abusive souls get casted away.
Like bomb threats get sorted away.
I can't keep you out of my mind!!!
Your criminal intent sinks deep down under, you not who I thought you are!
I'm not going to write you because you asked for it.
Because you need one, I'm not going to write you today.
Authorship by Mr Dashaun Snipes
©( 2023-2024)
© Dashaun Snipes
