Ban brick and mortar banks
I store my goods in a treasure chest
Oh heavens yes
My money is subjective
Like heaven is
And god Is dead
Hold no remorse nor respect
I believe in no flag besides the one that I rep
Revelations reboot i plant seeds
That recoup in the next sequel
Plot holes characters return evil
What a reductionist
Form of retrieval
Receive your energy's through
My newest streamable poem
Rack your f*cking skull to the worst parts
My lungs hurt less but my mind done rot
I got nothing for me left
That why I sleep so much to relate to death
Anti depress white pills keep me in check
I stretch syllables to stress about the art I ain't made yet
Undeniable that Jaspers now a wreck
But I babble on cause I ain't lost hope for the rest
Sure we undead but humanity ain't gone
Long road back doors circle back
To no shrine
My growth so close but the ETA wrong
Departure got delayed but that's ok dog