Slam.

I  shouted out with enough vigor and deliberation concentrating created complex cycles

 

selling scared severing brothers to be 

frustrated into a constant confuse of a rhetoric morals that conflict

 Every relic that the universe has offered, 

on going outliers that are often offering oscillating outcomes outside of our understanding 

Yet still Meant to be listened to. 

 Out-cast's distresses to the realm of forgotten flights to the capital of the restoring faith in life's, never to be challenged thrice

 Or even twice

 Of mice and men

Don't defend 

Your life is inevitable dream on focus on what you are feeling strong

 The difference is I won't let go

you will when you "grow up" and get mad at your kids for being complete  different cycles of history's testimonies. 

 I'm a part of it. I'm a Principal character and you gaze and construct your ideas to connect with the thoughts I project, saw as a suspect sense 10 told I was different ,

 I was only from Oregon and didn't grow in this clique it was very folly the way most volleyed me away feelin astray and out of play 

That day on it was a long reverberating part of me that was protested with the power of planed poverty and pill panicked  prescription pillaging professors. 

 I'm giving you hidden Meanings I've been seeing as of late. 

Just trust in my robust distrust for the common gust of willful Wind that can end someone's devotions and thought provoking emotions like how most of you look for love potions.