Good evening, and Happy Tuesday! Please enjoy this gorgeous gasoline splatter along with part two of Paranoms Muse of Creation: have a tanfastic Tuesday, everyone! △💙▼🎧▲💛▽ Special holidays where chicken soup is braised, Thats conversations solely cookin in a rage, Battlin doctrine from intentions just to gauge, How my mother feels when we do talk on causes, Born effects that birthed us slaves, Hurt displayed from the ways that I was raised, On Sundays, but now I skim the clouds, Just whippin omelets with no hollandaise allowed, Thats no fightin, the more I grow, I ponder of a titan, Who can cook some fresh water from the lightenin, Flesh is heightened, From pricks and burns, from needles, irons, Stoves thats used to fry that banan peze, With canola oil to fly, This too exciting, American raised in a Haitian household, Where your parent display, A hustling attitude from their dismay, Preceded by the 7th of May, Before Mothers Day was a promise that you kept, To hold the essence that was gave away, After Im gone, you know my love is with the truth, Thats all there is to be, Thats from the sun into the root, Child, I chill with a deuce now, Because its peace, Because its peace, Cmon, ma, sheesh, Thats my muse of creation, All my lovin is sacred, Gave me blood of my passion, And nobody can take it, Nobody can fake it, Thats my muse of creation, All my lovin is sacred, You gave me blood of my passion, And nobody can take it   Paranom

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