America has monsters in the closet that are constantly evolving A battle with its shadow with the arguments revolving
We live our lives like prison never quite risen when attacked we adapt, s’how we tapped night vision
see, that light hitting…?
we absorb it so when in orbit we’re planning in the dark just like yr Lord did for something as pure as darkness I’m hesitant to find cuz it predates the big bang AND intelligent design
they telling you be blind only look at the bright side ignore the darkness when it’s what we should start with and learn to harness see this history’s heartless they love to see us struggling asleep on a park bench made from the trees we hung from another conundrum roaming the gloaming ‘til the sun’s done soaking in us and the heat is captured taking their wrath and creating our rapture Darker than the vinyl that records our attack words Darker than the message when you play that shit backwards
Our country ain’t just nichtophobic, they niggaphobic scared of the past, not daring to ask rather the dark be jettison, make you wish Thomas Edison never let us in on his invention, I’ve just been in the darkroom developing a plan on how to get the darkness enveloping the land and finally evolve from this brutal mind state you’ll see my point when you let your pupils dilate