[Illume]

(Acapella Style Quick Verse)

The love of his life give him up, he flopped,
these vultures picked his flesh to bits, all after the lions stopped.
His armour top was pierced by the arrows shot,
In the carnage, he was stripped apart and chopped,
Was takin' shots from a distant scope,
And hit with glock's and bats when he was up in and close.
Was on an island doped up to the eyes with dope,
While his distant hope was over the horizon. Roped
Up to a dyin Oak with a mind to choke,
cryin 'God' while he hid behind his smile and joked.
He was tied up with no one to confide in,
and left with the strife he died
With, in hell's fifth circle that he was locked in, blinded,
For his kind sins, binded.
He walked back black and purple through glass in his own skin,
With a whole inch of steel getting jabbed in his broke ribs.
While he had the gift of no life while he'd no fists,
Tryina kiss with no lips,
while light was just old writ.
While atrophy got him so stiff he lay in his own filth.
With apathy for his whole will, damned practically, with no skills.
His entire existence, tall built till it all dropped,
Like a whole block fell on his own head, woke up in
in his own bed that was soaked red, tryina swing back from his own death
and demise, rhyme after rhyme, tryin to mend,
He'll survive this life shit time after time,
....
...or he'll die tryin again.