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transcend, but you wont comprehend

One’s own inquisition had
me stuck rhyming in a prison,
Till euphoria engulfed me
like a prism .
The magician technician finally
saw what was missing in his writtens,
 
He lack the conviction in his diction,
His lyrical composition had no vision.
He lacked that precise,
Precision incision of a master mason mortician.
Rapping to a new bio-algorithm rhythm must have
changed the molecular structures in him.
 
But even tho you just flowed with him,
You still don’t know him,
Listen to his hymns of the
divine king residing inside of him,
Look at the glow of his skin,
The twin angel wings now attached to his limbs,
How he floats upon wind,
How he transcends with his pen,
How he cocooned from the lowest of men.

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