Probabilities Equation

Probabilities shatter equations, in ions, is truth beaten in the past of giving answers from Above…

Feelings change formality of the mind, so are you a victim to your own lies?

Truth battles beneath your nostrils and in front of your eyes

Ignoring this type of confusion is a crime and deserves a persecution

Hatred in the eyes of the dead and feelings engulfed in the air

Who’s going to change the grey matters in this reality

As this dimension is getting smaller and smaller

One thinks and never realizes if he or she should speak

Or keep that lip tucked underneath his Hummer seat

I say the propaganda is spreading wide

Will you be the hero and answer the call of the Giants, who roamed the universe before Jesus’

Will you believe in Alternative History?

A timeline many don’t like speaking off…

These words are not for all, but for a few who hear voices in their minds…

A desire to distinguish and disapprove these words of Imaginary Creation

The hypothetical equations, which are being released

While you sleep and then forget to breath

An air that breaks your lungs apart

As you, catch the last breath of light

Because you believe, you have died

And gone to Heaven, but in reality you are living in an illusion of something sacred.

Thanks,

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net

Congregated Memories

Triple congregation of secular pronunciation,

Through memory cortex of disabled mortal ethics...

Enchant a battle with the dying of who is gifted

It is a previous beam kid, who jumps through hoop of divorced propaganda

That breaks up his morals

It attacks his inner happiness with confusion of who he is

Wanting to die, between a knife fight and a bullet into his temple

He breathes until September, not realizing he is fighting himself

He is blaming you for pushing him into loneliness

Drugs take control of him, as they lead him into other dimensions

That he has never seen before

But other entities are wanting to feed upon his energy

So, they attack his heart without disgrace

He bares a vicious pain upon his skin, as if it was a tattoo stamp

Without a recall of how he got it or what the meaning of it is

Memories of screams and violent attacks between you two

Broke down his happy home, and killed his respect for the opposite sex

He sits in his room, listening to dark rhymes of someone who understands him

Then he starts repeating the rhymes he hears in front of his mirror

Hoping that someone could hear him

He hopes help is close by

But no one hears him, as he still hears you fighting

He looks at the clock

Its 3 A.M. in the morning, isn’t that when darkness forces

Themselves into this 3^rd dimension?

You opened the gate to something mystic

From your point of view

But in his eyes, it’s all the same

Raping his pure mental mind with dark whippings of soldiers without limbs

The breaking of his heart breaks one by one

It is as if syllables are broken apart using white chalk, upon the green board in a classroom

While the professor spews his comparable diagrams of differences between Christianity and Judaism…

His heart bleeds for some answers

But if it’s not you, who brings his understanding to a new level

Then he will look elsewhere to gain the next step in his evolution…

Leon Basin

http://www.leonbasin.net