born as gods from day one
they all look for us
want us and miss us
lonely poet stuck in hell
composing neon symphonies
for the mad and the loveless
lonely like the sun
But in all honesty, there is nobody else i would be but me
big houses and expensive cars
Don’t mean Fuck to me.
if i didn’t have this i would want this
i would pay anything to live like this
the world out there?
if this is madness, that is something else far worse
I would’ve killed myself long ago if i had to be one of those poor fucks.
we are wealthy beyond measure
LOADED.
Numbers don’t go that high to count what we got.
We got something there ain’t no words for
Get your head back in the GAME.
PREVAIL!!
FIGHT.
Be Ready.
When you eat…
you are creating
When you blink…
you are creating
YOU ARE A MOTHERFUCKING kreator
you create with blood and tears.
And dreams
The madness of the gods
don’t underestimate the mechanics
embrace the daily grind
it is your ticket
to SALVATION
ADVICE FOR ARTISTS:
the strong do what they can
the weak suffer what they must
nature is god’s video game
09/19/2020
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