Calumisdead

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 I'm sippin' cha tea, watching TV in Panjab
 And writing in my book of rhymes
 All the lines fit in softly
 Leather-bound trees
 Raindrops that accost
 They say the clouds are wandering
 But to me they seem lost
 St. Josephine bless
 She smoke cess to cease stress
 4AM blues, I walk the streets to keep rest
 And see the next man
 With his troubles in his hand (Troubles)
 Time running out, with his sneaks under the sand
 Sanskrit verse poetry, correct mechanistic
 I pray thee connect if I appear chauvinistic
 I've got Forster thoughts, Mandela action-ism
 Siddartha on my mind, as I recite Sufi-isms
 It's a schism (Uh)
 Schism (What)
 Schism (Yeah)
 Schism (Yo)
 The line between time is underwritten
 And self-fulfilling prophecy is the end of the beginning
 If astral wisdom forces you
 To think beyond your means
 Then maybe you weren't destined
 To live upon your knees
 But die standing on your feet
 To walk the hidden path
 The chlorophyll is seeping out the blades within the grass
 To seek the air and water from the lines within this, track
 Dead
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 I am all about awakenings despite the fact I'm dead
 They laid my soul to rest and placed bouquets around my bed
 Asphyxiation was the cause but my killer showed no remorse
 Plus the courts acquitted him he suffered no recourse
 Please
 Someone avenge me show the media I had meaning
 Before they tell the world I built my life round contravening
 Or never gave a fuck about a human beings feelings
 They propagate I prophesies
 Always knew that I would die
 And in my waking moments
 I envisioned my demise the scenes would grow more vivid when I rest my head at night
 Understand it's just unbearable
 The weight of this will
 Like Daniel Dennet said it
 Sam Harris disagreed
 Contesting to his audience religion just misleads
 Astaghfirullah
 I curse him clutching my Quran
 Allah will only guide me and steer me away from harm
 And if he didn't it was written
 That's why I'm in the dirt
 My presence wasn't needed so he plucked me from the earth
 I never feared it
 My end was nearing
 I'm ashen faced
 Ashy knees as a yute I watch my world become a blur
 Depictions of my past and present
 Things yet to occur
 Spectral leanings - I witnessed visions like I'm Philip K
 The Neuromancer Rasta now watch me as I decay
 Turn to dust and dissipate
 I slowly drift away
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