The Gift


The gift I was given is so sick it is sickening,
at times I unknowingly spit out.
Words so belligerent but artistic when spitting,
it is so sickening, I am to sick in this round.
Visualizing my words mirages the eyes,
creating the most ugliest beauty, turning frowns into smiles.
While extending the minds eye
seeing a parallel universe turning the world upside down.
The genocide in this nation has already happened
so I'll be waiting on a new earth.
While receiving a spiritual high, cleansing the soul, body
and mind which leads me to a new birth.

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