Fluid uncertain vulgar shell-shock
The illusory state of the mindFluid uncertain vulgar shell-shock
Tripping, gripping, and unkind
Meandering brain what did you find?
Insurmountable love lust deprive
I need a quick rewind
The past I can not bind
Demons at intervals timed...
Lie to me baby, I don't mind
Smooth religiosity fornicator reverberate
These next two lines, they have a different cadence and distance
I'm drunk with indecision, I have no more patience only persistance
Exquisite humility pseudo destruction
Is anything real, have I lost my mind?
Lucid unreality focused, please be kind
And don't forget when your done, rewind
pineapple!
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