Night of Despair
Monoliths and monuments, mountains of despair and agony
I need air from a tragedy, to hug my atrophy
I'm a scorpio, humble in humility; honored in duels
Pondering fool, holding on to god, lost in his drool
I'm a jester in a wedding gown, turning frowns upside down
I'm a rapping raptor; with ravenous speech from tongues
I created a bible, first book is the book of tongues
It's about morality; and demons from the good sun
Adam and Eve did not have to bite the apple - for nourishment
For if they did not - we would have our green land in flourishment
I'm a poet, in a biblical war - holding on to the armistice
I hold scimitars against guns; I'm set with the sun
During a full moon; I howl with the wolves in despair
I could feel my breath I exhaled days before in the air
I'm a devilish scoundrel; holding the seven suns in my palm
For with god's solemn hands, I could write psalm
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