I woke up out of retirement
To acquire the iron to sharpen my iron
I am the dialect of environments tired of being granted asylum
By the lion of the tribe of the scientist
Babylonian Diadem!
I suffer from climate shift (get him an airborne)
Sad and I don't admire them (what am I here for?)
The path I'm on is a higher risk
Can't explain why I write and then cry
And then write and then cry
And then write and cry and I write again
Can't escape let it resonate from the diaphragm (thus)
Lamentations on laminated papyrus
Now if I tweet it and don't delete it I guess
I've got to speak it from Crete through Egypt to Exodus
Into Ephesus with the preaching
A fleet of replicas reflecting the image of Jesus
Now I'm high enough to see fans
Flying up with these friends
Climbing up in these vans
Trying to trust in these plans
To abandon the destination and education of fools
Then matriculate to a booth
I fight against what I think will provide
Where man's complacency is more compliant to chasing things
A generation meanders aloof
On the roof of tender moments of lonely association who
Our emotionless in slow motion
More motionless than an ocean of quotes with no dividends
The potion results from a notion divided by pride
Like a herd of lions and giants goliaths hired by tyrants
Against the violence of the wind that I'm flying in
Jeremiah on the red eye again
The testing of my faith to rest and abide in him
This is all a part of my Fly Exam

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