Written by Oyetayo Eniola. What is this I feel? My frequency is one that picks a lot but is rarely picked by others Have I dived too deep for them to relate? Or has the system corroded their senses Vibrant and lively youths vibing to the wrong ideas I’m stuck in my mind, feeding off the conversations with my spirit Increasing myself as I aim for higher dimensions Stuck on a plane where the older ones seem to me like children Words to me, have lost the power to communicate or

Terror can't come to the phone right now. A bomb ate its homework. It's sorry it missed you but it had a hard time getting the sand and the nails out of its teeth. Yes, terror is seeing somebody. Anyone with a cause, preferably religious. And, of course it works cheap. And never whines about the lack of a pension plan. Yes, terror needs a roof over its head. So it lives where it can. And destroys where it can't. No, I would not call terror a romantic. It doesn't sniff flowers