Artem Solomakin
I like cookies. Therefore, I need one. Sincerely, Art on the Run.
Website link 😉: https://projectheraqueenofthegods.com/
See what I can do for you.
I Bought you and the Island of your Dreams.
Baby, I love you to death!
I bought tickets to Paradise city
Check them out
And pack all your stuff
Lets get outta this froughtful world
We’re leaving in a minute
I don’t have time to read the newspaper in waiting (scream *)
Don’t scream
But pack your things
Lets get outta this froughtful world
Where we can be free
Look at what I have
Pulling out two grandiose smileys
Showing the departure
Don’t do that scream
I get upset when I get scared
It’s not fair, and I don’t like that
Keeping myself from bitching from a minute
The distraction take me back
Staring off at the heaven awaiting.
I can’t wait, the nerves of anticipation gushing through my veins.
Smiling like an idiot.
The sniper hits right where it hurts
The bleeding doesn’t stop no matter what
The pain is disdainful
Seeing stars up in heaven
I cry out that paradise city is freeing
Keep dancing because the plane will take you away
The helicopter of your dreams
From the fretful reality
The belief that we’ll be free is the only thing that we have left
In the face of the of the eternal reality
We can only gleam a fraction of
We will make it because my heart is made of steel
And whoever gets in our path will help us
On the goals of our lives
Because we’re hurtling towards a cause
That cannot be stopped
We’re going to continue onwards through the pain
And the sorrows to churns out something
That has never been done before
Not by a machine, not by GPT 3
That can create what was said would come in 2040
But we’re seeing the machine right code like no tomorrow
The ethics behind a machine being emotionally convincing
Doesn’t take away the human grief
Not for a second
The gladiator lying in wait under the arena of the gods
The rose petals showering down
As the beams float him up
In the arena the petals drop like lead
The faces mournful but elated
That a slave defied an emperor represented our humanity
Inside the Colosseum
Because tyranny and oppression can be vanquished
With a simple belief that human nature is a blessing
As the beautiful dances continue dancing to the rhythm
Of nothing like the trap music of the ages
Tucked out of their oppression ARY states
For a second believing in something beyond comprehension
That life is not about survival.
It is about the enjoying a single moment in time
Something that cannot be taken away in the split second of your dream
Nobody can take away your time,
Not a god, not a man behind the Iron Curtain that none of us see
No one can take away your dreams
Because those plane tickets were bought
With my blood sweat and tears
And that is the definition of true love.
Not a yacht thrown the in face of someone who wants the palpability
Of making it on her looks
But the understanding that he put in the time and effort so that you can
Relax on your island while he froze to death
Falling of the Titanic so you could tell the story
To those that needed to hear
What went on that evening in tears.
The story needs to be told by those with a sword
Pulled out by Arthur when he wanted to defend his castle
He feels no pain
Knowing that he was dying for something great
The crowd of the millions cheering
As his last death defying the king
He stood up and refused to look back.
Looking up going somewhere every man and woman wanted to achieve
To have the purpose beyond what a mortal man whispers in his ear.