You didn’t know. It’s not your fault. Those whispers that have uprooted us all for T. You didn’t know that you’re card was pulled at thirty four though you wish it were thirty three because it just rhymes so much more. You didn’t know that you would still get negative whispers stalkers that chopped your income for greed. You didn’t know that religion would keep you. You didn’t know that they prejudiced you while you lay there with yourself and your daughter in chains that angered your baby boy. As they moved in on Gilmore lane burning paper in trash cans for fame, stealing yours in shame. You were just trying to survive and get your world out of dysfunction who are your children. You knew deep down you were and are an orphan. You didn’t know. You didn’t know and you wouldn’t hurt another human being or wish bad on them over jealousy. You just wanted free of the devils that held you in between. The dysfunction that burdened you. In all reality it was only two and then you felt a tinge of guilt as they split that in half without a fair looking glass. You didn’t know that you were mined for greed and kept for devils. All you could do is feel your way through in the darkness to see. They hated a beautiful grief for greed. You didn’t know you’d be apart of heresy. A part of hate because they saw you 1st with their voodoo eyes. Four days you spent in disbelief. Naughty ropes And chains. Naughty triangles of pain. Naughty reflections for game. You didn’t know Dogma would leave you in shreds and leave you in read. You didn’t know. You couldn’t see that far ahead. You sent a big boy up a stream. You made a wise decision in splitting that in two. Let’s see if he can make wiser decisions than you? Find better whispers than you? Climb taller mountains than you, to see? Because you didn’t know. And I finally saw you coming, though I’ve ran from you since the womb. You and I are threw.
