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by HiS 0N3 4ND 0NLY 021407   Aug 2, 2007


This opportunity is my ingenuity
to express the unaddressed heart-to-soul poetry
of the mind-boggling impurity
that lies in our genes of every human being.
It is the obscurity entitled "security"
Portrayed as the true falsity
of the past, present, & future reality.

"Security" is the foundation of our mind's frustration.
It is the smoke that blinds our lungs
leading to suffocation.
We use it, we abuse it, we say it's our innovation.
But it's translation is the emulation of our conceitedness amplification.

It comes in all forms of shape & size.
An ego booster that is in disguise.
For all us losers that despise & categorize.
The girls to the ladies, the boys to the guys.

A heart so pure is difficult to endure
in a shallow society yet it's the only cure
to end hypocrisy, non-legitimacy,
or any form of aristocracy.
But you're trippin' on the status.
Tryin' to be above & beyond the human apparatus.

But the key to reality is visual modality.
Not just your eyes, but your heart's morality.
Livin' in the mentality results in the fatality.

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