I like literature. Poetry opens my mind. Lyrics are a rhythm for me to move along to during the day. I'm a lyricist for Gudda Boi Classics.
So many sacrifices
There's a slaughtered sheep over there.
Thou shall not kill.
Is that person guilty like Cain?
Red to the left and even red to the east.
Anxiety quickens poor judgement when it is not controlled by self discipline.
A change in seasons.
The summer is to arrive.
Darkness and frost is around its corner.
Spring sprouts from the chills of February.
September darkens the days after August.
A failure or a winner?
The summer springs like a deer during June.
It is your conscience and your conscious.
A revision within a foreshadow of a nightmare in a nightmare.