The canvas

Sex is not always the perfect solution
For everything
The mind-fuck is;

I am
The victim
The witness
The prosecutor
The defense
The jury, the judge
And the executioner at the same time
For I am guilty of all i have done

Hate can be expressed as something
That has ceased to be coherent
And cohesive in a way that poisons
The purity of the context
Which is of more importance than a mere rhyme

I have mouthful of shit
I want to spit out right now
Non-refined crude blunt rants
Making absolutely no sense whatsoever
Mixed altogether
As
If
You showed someone
A pitch black canvas
And told them

'You see?
Here are all the most impressive works of art
Ever created
Being created
And to be created
Blended together
They embrace
Infold
And enlace
So you cannot see them
But I can'

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I pity your blindness