berp

0:3

at the top,
alone
&
thought;
Goomba,
it’s time to jump…

0:7

falling through the void…
cogs in the backwoods smoking the pink floyd…
a dream as I avoid,
death;
an experiment which has come to an end…
the singular view is my pen,
&
a loving judgement will be the end,

0:16

all life will be then on trial…
you have done literally nothing for me;
enjoy walking the mile…
onto another reality;
this time,
I will reign…
supreme whipping my slaves;
I do not need gold,
ain’t a cotton ye…
but currently in this reality
trudeau can’t account the figures,
he is a fucking art teacher;
his mom a digger,
into the dick of
a playboy sticker.

cmon baby let’s interact
as i move digital cash
into offshore accounts,
hence why I been building up my count,
I could buy a martin and be out,
the trick/truth is,
can’t show only tell,