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his soul, Love will shine
Letting go, Learn to fly

c programmable logic controller, he is
Executes whatever his employer says
He can really only hope

programmable
Look into how the imperial west made you susceptible
We are sitting at a precipice of history
But it doesn't seem a moral compass is a necessity

Digits dance in intricate array,
Unveiling mysteries, night and day.
A symphony of logic, a riddle to solve,
Cracking codes, I'm in awe.

Prime numbers

1 pill a day, thousand moods array
2 eyes bleed salt streams
3 words engraved on my face
"I ain't funny," yes I am, what can I say?

Is this what my

The Shit Feel Like I’m Shadowboxing
No Remorse Or Sympathy Nigga But I Had The Logic
Tried To Get Even In The Future Just Lead To All The Odd Shit
I Ain’t

A I image to revere
Disk arrays, support the code, create a picture, to download

Data dreams, crafting themes, silicon vision, lucid scenes
Brushstroke

write for the goats, cyhi, king los
Lil Wayne, Nickel 9 or a locksmith
Young kells on his rock shit, Krit said I got this
Spit it like a mixtape Logic

waves in the energy 
And I'll be an anomaly, watching from over top of me 
Do I see any light when I look up into infinity? 
Endless array of darkness,

in the energy
And I'll be an anomaly watching from over top of me
Do I see any light when I look up into infinity

Endless array of darkness the heart

Candy color pictures drift across your mind
No one heeds the whistle, no one knows the time
Simple twist array, logic hard to find
Time again you

evolution
Metalmorphic clay
Shape the way of old
Spiritual decay
Embrace the altered code
Logic lights the way
Conscience growing cold
A binary array
I am

I have a loose association with human connectivity, because of sound and quantum theory. Within me I have a vast array of neural connections. I

box still dripping when she think about me
The mikes hot then I'll make it a scorcher today
Y'all know I warp through arrays
I ain't lie to you
I ain't

Where all are but fantasies of each other
Could one reclaim their free will
From the intangible hands of their slumber?
Is my logic overridden by emotion?