“Rassie”

Set the clock alarm to the time when this is not going to be a conversation; it’s best to utilize words to create pictures to imprint an art, sounds, colors, scents and etc. The refrigeration unit built within the temple of men to leave ice in veiSetns; humankind became human types mentally. When there’s amenities involved the attitude and behaviors is as if, your in debt. This is the era of the revolters, rebels even without causes but yet still there’s an effect that infected us all. Maybe I’ve never confess about never written a suicidal note, then this will be close. I’ve been violated mental, physically, in just about all allies. Whenever a person can not profit off of words and is a physically disabled veteran it’s problems. Scammed, scanned, shunned and all of the above etcs. Aka’s I’ve ever owned are Royal, Rassie, but now it’s a lot; happens to be quotes. This is worst than disturbances; playing with people mind, thoughts, voice box, ear drums, hobligota, mimicking paperwork in government systems. Using money as power to buy mines, thoughts, words, ideas. That’s all that dreams and visions built under and from start. What’s left of this world has nothing to do with my heart; I must be in love with pain, so I continued and sustain with while being disconnected. I have to literally detach, my feelings, pain and what some would say emotions; emotions really is feelings, thoughts, and a lot of wreched memories that stained the brain made it tainted. Rassie was a family aka given but now it’s broadcasted just as much as what they’re doing with my thoughts. Plain tricky and with words that are not forthcoming of fitness and sweetness as fruits well ripe. Blocking voices unwanted travellers, what this means maybe I’m microchipped. May it for sure if and only I wasn’t who the creator made me to be. Life wouldn’t have meant nothing at all to me, discontinued but I’m only mostly invisible. I’ve already repented, now I’m afraid to pray or go looking in the mirror and I’m not sure if these are my reminders of Christ. My mother carried me, my father made me and no I wasn’t drop to or on earth. The same organs within your temple that’s keeping us alive is the same organs that eat away everything inside out to the flesh once the heart stops. Where should I bring this weekend head educational of enlightenment brought to from a little tiny spot in mine because my brain been hijacked but yet still I’m the one that’s terrified whilst I should feel terrific. Instead I’m feeling treated as if, terrorist. Didn’t I explained who I am? A Prophet, a Priest, a Philosophy, the Magician, the Son of Israel plus etc. Not to the least I have named a few. Rassie! I’m in the shadows of slim shady, shading in my moments from shadie people listen to Sade music such words as ” Cherish The Day.” Ask me the forecasting of Earth’s courses, go ahead backwards to look into the intoxication of earthworms with corruption and violence just to list 2. Rassie! Rassie! *Exousia*