English, spoken word. Poetry, podcast/radio/tv/voice assistant
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
I'm feeling like a piece of the devils of God. Living inside of me. He's burning crucifixes divine. I find the unity. His eulogy will only be described as a time when I was truthfully immune toward the movements these mutants are fueling mutiny. If you're not understanding the manner that I present my message, then I hate to break it to you. My manners have been rejected. You can't tell me. I gotta take a listen to you and your visions, but when I get a chance to speak, you want to keep interrupting my sentence. Everybody's gotta battle. But are they winning? You've got people living in the dirt. Feel like living is a sin. It just kills me on the inside. Hold up, let me mention because if you're not out today, we're trying to, trying to get it. You're pregnant for one may recall without no hustled you serious. What's your common misconception? I'm so ******* delirious. Do you battle demons? The demons who battle angels? I find myself amazed at the way I can battle faith. It's a constant power struggle. I hate to say it's fake, but why do people do the things that they do in sickness. You send and pray to God and beg for forgiveness. You judge me by my actions and laugh at my madness until I ****** you by your neck and snap back you bastards because now you get to label me based the name of calamity. Am attaining my brain and play your game and pay to save my sanity. No, because this is the armageddon. No return of the messiah finish off the first platoon and tie that knot to grab your lighter. Feel that as the pain awaits and fades away. No place to stay. Because the same day replays if you don't gain haste and change your ways but the tension dependent my pen is ending the sentence with my typical intentions and my cynical visions and finally breathing underwater. I could beat that heat from the sauna. If I could only change the seasons, I could eat that beast in the closet because I'm fired up tired. I'd wide awake excited. You'd be better to keep your distance so that they like and then my sights *****. You think I'm a pessimistic? I realize that the sweat that gets it and when I go to walk a mile, I'll make sure that my shoes are fitted because you can call me crazy, sick, psychotic Quick linguistics. They seem hypnotic, but I've been running and gunning and waiting for something under the numbers 100 times nothing. I've been ready to battle the powers and die ready the cowboys and sharpen the site, ready to finally finish and in it the minute I felt that it's inside