Slightly speak, numb to speech, past my peak and stronger now, reap, after 3 I was a bastard see... master chief? shit, I was Mr. Dubble oh splinter, making up reasons to get my own ass kicked... laughing until it got real and I learned how pain could change me and everything I had again... past age ten I don't get along with most stereotypes, my mindset isn't that of the average or most those who might be called savage... Reloaded, designed, to minds finding lights time passed... after all you've asked, still meaning things aren't living up to their own meanings or maybe disbelieving of Gods' reasons. Not all are made for the light some are meant to carry the fire. With said words, I retire this verse in a verbal surge. Lastly, keep on passing time... masking why, sublime two minds, after all... masters call, laughter fall, on dead ears again friend. Whom to write, after passing signs, all I can find... Is another story to rhyme. Said to those, simple foes, what kind of rose, should I bring to those... whom follow you blindly, not asking why I might not like thee... simply put, nimb-rods foot... get that out cha mouth, that's not food, drink meds, or stink... If you're asking me, the contents are obscure and full of teeth or it's just some kind of fantical mystery.