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Star War & Mr. Storm part 1
There was a war, a war for each Star.
Stars here on Earth, whomever you are.
Then came a man named Mr Storm.
Everything ever learned in his life was not the norm.
He witnessed this thing, this thing called war.
With war, he knew, comes blood and gore.
He found himself being a tug of war rope.
He realized he was in the crosshairs of "others" scope.
Honored and amazed but it was hard to believe.
How in the world did this he achieve.
He made many mistakes and his choices were unwise.
He was manipulated severely through many lies and denies.
Then one day came when the world took away his son.
That was the day when he became a gun.
He raised his son since the day of his birth.
He now fought on two battlefronts, one in the sky and one on the Earth.
He first grew sad which led to raging mad.
Everyone around him constantly taking all he had.
Almost losing his mind, he put it into a fuzz.
Dulling his pain with a buzz.
He knew deep down there was another way.
Unfortunately, he was covered with venom that others spray.
He then remembered the book of Job.
He asked God if he could wash off the venom and give him a new robe.
God did just that, and long ago put a third eye in his head.
The third eye showed him what direction to be led.
On two battlefronts, back he went.
All for the cause, so the time must be spent.
Which side to choose, in the sky, he was torn.
This was when Mr Storm was born.
He can't help but to think of all the damage that was done.
He is very aware that a storm is more powerful than any gun.
I'll leave it right there, until next time.
A different day a, different rhyme. I must continue now to walk down the hall.
Remember, the hall I walked out has no wall.
Stargunππ«ποΈ
Cloud of Faces
How many faces can you see?
Right from the start I see three.
I know there is more so go ahead and explore, how many more could there be?
I was told to make the world aware.
They're here to help because they care.
Do not worry, they're not here to scare.
That's just a cross they have to bear.
StargunποΈποΈποΈ
Tightly Wound
I know I'm a little tightly wound.
I continue running as I hit the ground.
I'm on the hunt and all over I am found.
I'm a dog. What kind? A hound.
Nothing good or bad will last.
My nose works good and my mind moves fast.
What's going on now started in the past.
To me, all their blame, is what they cast.
I speak in rhymes with the story I tell.
The story they tell is one they sell.
I continue ringing the alarm Bell.
My mind can't help but to constantly dwell.
Do I have what it will take?
You better believe it, I am not fake.
Over the coals my butt they rake.
Why me, do they constantly forsake?
I may be a devil, but they're the ones who's evil instead.
It doesn't matter if my color is red.
Blood runs through to my toes and head.
My words live forever so I will never be dead.
The Rant
Off I go into a Rant.
You want me to stop? Well too bad, I shant.
Why won't you stop? Don't tell me you can't.
I'm coming at you straight and not at a slant.
So go on continuing playing your silly little game.
Go on continuing seeking your fortune and fame.
Cast your blame, I feel no shame.
One day you will realize why my name is...
RHAME!!!πΊπ
When is more videos coming white Ray like the pyramid code??
Do you have any time line for it?
Ah, to rember why we came into this physical body, and why we came to this time space reality. I believe we are always where we are meant to be, and we are eternal; therefore you can never get it wrong and it will never be done, slow down and enjoy π
Just an afternoons thoughts scribed with a pencil, writtin with a pin whilst sat on a nice cushin,sippin on jin juice for the win. L.O.L. ππππ.
Ere ..... heres a bib....wipe them baby tears up
or ive got a bucket to mop up it all, as theres alot of liquid on the floor pa! Ha! Ha! Ha! ππππ€£ππππ€ͺππ€£ππ