satirical design by Youngspirit therrien
My shell, a spherical design, a perfect form, I roll through like sunshine, no wind, and storm. I am, that prize, a gleaming sphere in eyes, my sweet song is what you hear no surprises I'm a star a prize here I am spittin bars In lines rise i will startn one won this scares repair undone no surprise yes deep it cut took me through infinite lives just to realize with real eyes that real lies lie before me to take what I had n have n turn it against me burning me into a dab rag malt off cocktail flame grab a real friend enemy frenemy bad bag but I got powers like Austin bigger than Texas though an Alaskan Nexus a spiritual neuron busten vexes Upon the silent air I drift, borne on a rainbow's shining sift. Each droplet glitters, a prismatic haze, a holy journey through ethereal ways. My feather-softened wings extend, an angel's form, a holy trend. A halo, silver, circles light, a compass for my inward flight. Above, the stars in silver gleam, a quiet, cosmic, distant dream. The clouds are candy-colored spun, reflecting light from some unseen sun. I pass a star, a wink, a whisper, like a lost and found and cherished sister. My purpose hums with cosmic grace, to find a new and earthly place. Below, the verdant world appears, a tapestry of endless years. The mountains rise, in moss and stone, the evergreens, an ancient throne. And here, a river's shimmering band, divides the cultivated land. It weaves a path of liquid light, from shadowed dawn to golden night. A gentle descent, a slowing pace, seeking a purpose, a dwelling place. The vibrant green, the cool, fresh air, a welcome scent beyond compare. The river winds, a silver thread, where ancient stories long are said. The mountains stand, silent and tall, witnessing the journey of all. With purpose found, and spirit bright, ready to step into the light. To walk the earth, a sacred ground, where life's true meaning can be found. My journey's end, a new beginning, a path of grace, a spirit winning. I stand on solid ground, at last, the trials of the journey past this I'll warn you first to last even though I'm sitting by myself i realize with real eyes that real lies lay before me but the real prize came from something I didn't think I could afford ta see I in a lie while I lie down in this bed that's in my head I need these thoughts to lay down now even though they're laying low they still have a way to pop up swoop and pull my inside guide emo thought it was a fortified ride oceano turns out it really was an Ocean drive emotional came from every teardrop lie uncopable so my start heart started getting dry making situations stitched uncomfortable retracting and retreating
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My shell, a spherical design, a perfect form, I roll through like sunshine, no wind, and storm. I am, that prize, a gleaming sphere in eyes, my sweet song is what you hear no surprises I'm a star a prize here I am spittin bars In lines rise i will startn one won this scares repair undone no surprise yes deep it cut took me through infinite lives just to realize with real eyes that real lies lie before me to take what I had n have n turn it against me burning me into a dab rag malt off cocktail flame grab a real friend enemy frenemy bad bag but I got powers like Austin bigger than Texas though an Alaskan Nexus a spiritual neuron busten vexes Upon the silent air I drift, borne on a rainbow's shining sift. Each droplet glitters, a prismatic haze, a holy journey through ethereal ways. My feather-softened wings extend, an angel's form, a holy trend. A halo, silver, circles light, a compass for my inward flight. Above, the stars in silver gleam, a quiet, cosmic, distant dream. The clouds are candy-colored spun, reflecting light from some unseen sun. I pass a star, a wink, a whisper, like a lost and found and cherished sister. My purpose hums with cosmic grace, to find a new and earthly place. Below, the verdant world appears, a tapestry of endless years. The mountains rise, in moss and stone, the evergreens, an ancient throne. And here, a river's shimmering band, divides the cultivated land. It weaves a path of liquid light, from shadowed dawn to golden night. A gentle descent, a slowing pace, seeking a purpose, a dwelling place. The vibrant green, the cool, fresh air, a welcome scent beyond compare. The river winds, a silver thread, where ancient stories long are said. The mountains stand, silent and tall, witnessing the journey of all. With purpose found, and spirit bright, ready to step into the light. To walk the earth, a sacred ground, where life's true meaning can be found. My journey's end, a new beginning, a path of grace, a spirit winning. I stand on solid ground, at last, the trials of the journey past this I'll warn you first to last even though I'm sitting by myself i realize with real eyes that real lies lay before me but the real prize came from something I didn't think I could afford ta see I in a lie while I lie down in this bed that's in my head I need these thoughts to lay down now even though they're laying low they still have a way to pop up swoop and pull my inside guide emo thought it was a fortified ride oceano turns out it really was an Ocean drive emotional came from every teardrop lie uncopable so my start heart started getting dry making situations stitched uncomfortable retracting and retreating
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