Rise n Grind

I wake n rise for another planetary pirouette,

until the moon brings it’s big shade and lays us out to rest.

So I try to thrive through another day of life,

though sour souls aim to threaten my aura’s glow.

I WILL TAKE PRIDE IN MY EVERY STRIDE.

“If I die, my seed will be ill like me”

Slick oratory assassin, masked in jewels,

busting through life’s treacherous fallopian tubes.

Using a sword-like tongue to slice through the navel,

a caesarean fellow, flopping bodies with flows dense and fatal.

You picking up what i’m putting down?

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