Freestyle 4/7/13
Rage isn't a benevolence, it's a hindrance
Calculated by calculus; reinterpreted by English
It's an impediment, an obstacle
But to the analytical and the living it's a god send
Please listen whilst I foretell exactly how the will bends
Apprehending apperception
Coagulating misconceptions
The fuel for man's desire to claim values dictated to be higher
I aim my sights at the bar and fire
For if I don't I'd be drowning in failure; my hopes and dreams lost and devoured
But before I deplore you I solemnly swear to you that if you believe you have lost, this upon you is what you have truly brought
But believe me I understand you
I well remember depression and it's unappreciative attitude
But I implore you to try to cut the synapse controlling the emotions
Then I beg for you to concentrate and give me the referent for your previous connotations
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