A God or Monster



Below the Ramsey staff,
they rammed heads like punk rockers that slam dance/
The impact of the cadavers found dead,
resembled dandelions in Amtrak ground treads/
Mushroom cloud spreads, while smoke stretched for eons and I suppose...
tanks left the industrial town engulfed in Freon soaked in salad cloves
Medieval palms latching on like adhesive on eating tongs
Needles left him ripped & torn sketching brashido on the demons arm
Immersed in blades,
his body trapes with the comradery of a sand glass gauge/
Coerce in silent disgrace without harmony & inarguably calamity gaze
His collagen scorn dawning a luchadore's guise in particle form
Swallowing Molotov’s,
gruesomely deformed and in his eyes, illusions of a lord/
Devoted only to his rage, roasted skin, controlling his orphanage of pain
While shoguns wield his ghostly remains,
soulless, anointing his orifices with flames/
Recalibrating his biometrics,
salivating at the sight of his fiery reflection/
Arcadian tribal techniques with gyrating teeth salvaging his exodus
Spawning brimstone,
the katana slice inside your arms and rib bones
Armed with an arsenal of career wounds,
harpoon and spear as his carbonless heirlooms/
Leaving your rhetoric in helium,
speech impediment but he's genetically articulate
Deteriorating your interior,
frivolous calisthenics were embedded matriculas/
Overlapping sores from an elixir extracting an intoxing allure
Collapsing in acme your voyage will crumble in a pile of cauliflower spores
Harboring bloody hostages,
his politics are synonymous with hell's operatives/
Bludgeon bodies beyond astronomers,
their synapse becomes a hail of cropper's dust/
Reflecting in eternal agony,
with daggers peaks carved from dragon's teeth/
The scroll he reads aggravates,
but acclimates as he dine on rattle snake meat/
Sparring with his closest siblings,
clawing with strikes but mostly pivoting/
The flurries ignite, his clothes is sizzling,
Civilian they kneel while atrociously trembling/
Dislodging his colleagues,
at colossal speeds he's corpse clobbering/
Armed to teeth,
with a collage of shrapnel pieces that exploit arteries/
Closing in for the slay, as prey piss themselves a renegade's bidet
Removing the visage from his face, exhaling symptoms of a syphilis M.R.A
Lambs to the slaughter, they coward until their glands expel water
The floor is lava, I snorkel it, as peasants trail behind me with offerings
Opposing foes are sacrificed
in a Boa's bowel for his appetite/
I'll sit on the throne in the afterlife,
They stare as I pose and honor with accolades/
Existing forever in fear, brandished to bow whenever I’m near
Am I a Monster or a Savior here?
Should I cherish the bible or savor the spear?/