“Late To It”

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Late to my mentals

I’m meant to give you the heart of me

The very art of me, but its hard to breathe when appalled

Is it all a dream?

Or is it a scheme against my reality to unbalance me?

I manage these lyrics within an Intricate Rhythm

A penman of magnificent means

I mean to give you a balanced nutrition

A vision of his return, but your only concern, as the world burns, is letting go of intuition

Lowered inhibitions

I wish to visit the shores of my forefathers in honor of all that they have given

Yet, I’m imprisoned in a system of greed

Senseless

Condescending with intent to appease

Stupidity Reigns Supreme

Cut and scene; That’s a wrap

The final act is what all will applaud to

The coming destruction is nothing compared to the hell that you may fall to

Don’t say I didn’t warn you

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Dennis Wayne Eason (Merc/Mercutio)
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I am a 32 year old poetry writer that has been writing for 24 years (since the age of 8). Writing is my passion and I hope that you enjoy my life's work! Peace