I’m wanting to simply improve my skills. I call these line drills. Giving me pumps like an iron fish with gills. I keep my breathing still. I lay land-mines in peoples minds to lyrically feel. Keep it unreal. These meals provide thrills. The rhyme scheme plans are carefully sealed. Leaving every character prediction filled. While I carefully, by my lines take time to build. I properly wield these models of language like I’m in a secret guild. Keep my eyes peeled. Peeled for opportunity that keeps my vision real. My creations bring to me everything I need. The thoughts are the seed. In my vision I keep all my thoughts powered by purely sacred divine energy. These lyrics do I bleed. They are every part of me. They are in every fiber of my being. They provide everything good in life I am currently seeing. My fears are finally retreating. Leaving my mind divinely filled with only things positive and the lands I’ve tilled. The seeds have grown to the fruitful meals. Using my newly learned mental models, I can create lines from predictions with all that follows. I can character count like I’m weighing scales with Pablo. I can reduce more effectively mental sorrows. I can create rhymes that have not been previously borrowed although they appear as lyrics from a future called tomorrow. I achieved a side goal simply from using my ability to read, adapt new thought structured into my being. As a result, faster than I can blink I can do things that should of taken 52 weeks. What a incredible feat. My skills have grown further advanced leaving the old way of writing obsolete.