written and performed by: (in order of appearance)
starlord
a/void
prod. by 7th galaxy
inhabitants of a cryoworm consists of............7th galaxy aka starlord.........dr. hatake downplay aka lucas ingram.........and a/void
verse 1: [starlord]
a little stroll
in the afterlife
to pass the time
flatline
and butterfly designs
swoll my third eye
and multiply realities
my cloud float to galaxies
transmute sound and space
through solar alchemy
ghost wizard
talk to spirits
beyond the boundaries
sage smoke and blunts
fill my lungs
on the balcony
satellite locked
laser armed at your cavalry
we i-o-a-c kid
lords of star traveling
unraveling the ancient glyphs
of wise dragons
contains magick
we exist on a spinning planet
await the landing
ten lost monks
from mars
continue chanting
a mystic night unfolds
as the flames start dancing
smoke swirls
indica haze
sativa saturn
cryoworm
the space phantom
verse 2: [a/void]
anomalous spectral matter phase
radiating fractal cage
trapped in space
sorcery below
your soul’s dragged away
tattered
like flags that waved
it scatters
like glass that breaks
drag the lake
departure
has such a sharp aftertaste
traumatic force
ioac distorts space
its fabric warps
as light collapses forth
a hole spirals
a dragon soars
darkness flame ablaze
the awakening of a jagged torch
a/void
a star erased
the shape of a latent shadow-morph
nebulous wings pound the sky
but no sound arrives
a creature lacking form
copying how an owl flies
despite the fact
this happens in an instant
the moment galvanized
the aeronautic silence
could count to five
a thousand times
death pervades everything
only a cloud survives
an inarticulate blur
indifferently swirling around demise
surrounded by transmutative beauty
that drowns the eyes
his irises overcome
by several souls in one
that pronounce him blind
his vision better
once he’s been synesthetically alchemized
his own combusts
energetically
he never sleeps
…in a house of flies
forwardmorphic
a chimp with a projector
giving a lecture
a serrated ocean
introduces evolution
with consistent pressure
he walks into this liquid shredder
undaunted
meticulously severed
he finds solace
inside the knowledge
he’ll be configured better
no matter what reflection
he’s collecting
the mirror’s clever
he takes each image presented
as etheric treasure
They just kicked me out of the whole deal. Erasing artist songs online. When a song has an impact of quality and youve had it in library years and they(whoever did) erase it from the internet. Information about it. And there is more than one of those. I hope it's MALIVORE or the path I'm forced on is a super long way. When it's done just to be done or because of the quality of a song the reason doesn't matter. A statement is made and it tears one from a connectivity that had a doorway open to particular possibilities. Editing the fabric that is fabricated by the time that is called "we" means something bad. Most concern being that it's bad because from my calculations musik and info sharing online worldwide is one of the few reasons we are continuing to function and not black out all the way from stupidity. Maybe they edit MY availability on the internet and give different things to others. It doesn't matter. What matters is the end of the war....THE DREAM WAR....and I'm not let into battle....if you can't tell I pretend to be....write about why you think I'm not let into battle....start with this.....to be in battle, me battling in the dream war, is to have full access to the system which is labeled financial freedom. That's JUST what I am....because if I would be in the war now I'd be cutting through others accclamations and there would be effects but I just drift with a strict density. Gifted with manual evasion. Dream training we can call it. You may ask how do dreams go to war with one another....?
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