[UnbornBuddha]

Harmful pleasures are always seen by carnal measures
The harlot treasure sells herself in a cold Harlem weather
Yet, we look pass the ether's partial texture
Made up of a fabric that holds the stars forever,
Bodies of light hotter than Sahara's desert
Even hell fails to emanate a more blistering setting
So, when looking for the demonic sickening presence
Consider the heavens, yes, this a literal message
Inspired from Vicodin and then reading biblical segments
Just think of it, our bodies are carbon fragments
That have bonded to make a stagnant carcass active
We're thinking animals who at times think like animals
Only difference is the features of our heart attachments
Love and emotion! Isn't our limbic system magical?
I'm told love can't be explained in physic particles
I ask why? because I'm not one for limited rationale
Since birth I had an inquisitive fontanel. After all,
Closed mindedness is just hardening of squamous cells
I make tragedy appear like a sappy tale,
An emotional massive fail that doesn't unravel well
I try not to detach myself, but in the end I don't manage it
Every phrase becomes as if spoke by a phantom's lips
It's a matter if you believe in fate or in randomness
It's not a matter of red or blue pill, but if either hand exists
Answer this, and no longer will you lounge in sleepy hollow
Where sustenance come from eating swallows
But, nourishment comes from what you breathe tomorrow
I speak treason, that's why in dreams I see the gallows
My neck tied in a noose is how my fire will subdue.
Every desire I've accrued is designed for the tomb
I would never lie to you, rhyming is my truth
It is here, I define who I am in this room
And I've discovered, I'm the views that I refused
But, they nevertheless effused into my mood
This is the loophole that we try to uproot as a group
Truly, the collective whole look like buffoons
Because we constantly assume that we are good
Or evil, when truth is we aren't either
Despite, what we read on how we departed Eden.
We proclaim ourselves the smartest creatures
But, don't know how to erase our darkest feelings
This self- interpretative garbled meaning
That can be the spark that will start our healing.