Exclusive insights to a world unknown. like that of dreams i am a soul flown. in fact it screams like a slow foam, call it cream or go home to be redeemed in deep sleep where i am King in weeks deep. i think I've reached my peak, Lucid dreaming is the mind that speaks when we go to sleep the heavens repeat. Fire inside where the devil creeps. Ammunition for my brains thoughts, Nerons charge up to make my plots. now i connect the dots. just a quick poem Jot to boggle your head with phsychic Tops. I ran this world and it beat me down, instead of a healthy smile you'll see me frown. Mess with the Best I'll take you down, Yes its Wes no faking Crown. I sit a throne like open grounds, Now watch im grown and some are clowns. I stand by nouns and play them sounds.
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