topic:It was nyce while it lasted..
It was just another regular literal, ritual day..
writting my original, lyrical, verse in mah spiritual place..
A place where there are trees from tallest to shortest...
Empty of tourest, Im alone in my own paradise forest...
It's nyce n private, its quiet more slilent then silenced..
Unknown Creator behind it, Gods Heaven Defines it..
This creation is wut gives me my great inspirations...
Empty of hate temptaions, soul warmed by the insilation...
Had no preperations to have my eyes full of this amazment..
Nothing better then this beautiful place to be placed in..
But it burned down too black, full of darkness n ashes..
Bein here short i take for granted, but nyce while it lasted...