out of nowhere
out of nowhere
i rise
my punch lines to divide stands of sanity
it won't take much longer until people are imprison with insanity
and locked up in a looney bin with bin laden
or saddan husseim
who is sane this day in age
it seems to get lost and covered
on the daily dreaded breath
taking formality on battled ongoing stages
it's hard to maintain a poise position
point of view to only points to you
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