To Read or Not to Read that is The Question I now must Ask, I Brace to give my Answers as I Remove this Verbal MASK... My mind is That of a Open Book, Some Thoughts are Distinguished but others you have to Dig Deeper and Look... I'm not just Words that Are written on Pages, The Scribes that I write are my Mind Altering Stages... Evolving Into something that has to Be Changed, But ALL you Recognize is a Image and my Name... Sporadic and Fluent as I Perch at This Window, I try to Explain Them its just not that Simple... Temple of Doom when you enter my Existence, Stuck there Forever because my Markings are Consistent... Genetically Encrypted with Blood of a Goddess, I seen the Outcome I'm Spiritually Flawless... Torn Between Mortality and Divine Intervention, I'm tryin to School you Muthafuka's so Sit Back and Listen... My Mind is the Fabric to a well Preserved Quilt, My Essence Surrounds Everthing and the Kingdoms That I Built... Telepathic Wavelengths that Transcend Me Into Energy, Because of my Knowlege It Puts Me In Jeopardy... Yet Conscious Enough To Still ESCAPE through, I Am EVOLUTION how Many Times I gotta Tell You... YOU can Envision Me has Controversy or see me as Eccentric, But when I Speak from the Heart my Words are Authentic... Never to Be Duplicated~Never to be Waivered, I'm not the Creator of this Universe But I'm Definitely his Most Highly Favored.... Recognizing Him But I'm Still Mother of This Earth, EMBEDDED~ ENCRYPTED well before my BIRTH... Complex Entities I Derived from them All, What makes me SHINE And Stand so TALL... Consciousness and all that it Represents, I am of Living Flesh but my Mind is of Another Descent.... Crossroads and Levy's Impose Theoretical Distractions, But I'll Travel Backwards and Arrive with the same Abstraction... Close to Edge but ever Closer to the Core, My Mind is like a Book it Can't Be Silenced No More.. Entrapment is what they Sought~ but Simplicity is what They'll Get, Trying to Contain the Mortal Side but my AWARENESS IS TO THICK... Boundaries is a Unfamiliar Lifestyle In which I don't Wish to Claim, I'm Searching for My Soulmate The one that Bares the Markings of my Name....
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