DISPLACEMENT
Gifted with thought my pen is blessed,
Which keeps it drippin and drifting off Into different directions.
Split dimension four ways,
Before Grace, laid hate, made shame, became lifted.
Then just as quick slipped to Displacement,
Now stuck in the basement a slave to creation
Place of soul arrangement....
Progression destin location next flow Laced and fresh so...
Attempts to contend they end erased and exempt slow
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