the clap of thunder fun to us,
close range my zone flame:
hunter tuck the blunderbuss,
wake you from the slumberous
dungeons sunken under us,
you ain't shit - we ancient,
we ain't kin,
you aliens. planetary synapse,
panicking: the mind lapsed,
insanity the typecast,
attacking what you might lack,
get your amygdala hijacked,
you handing me the mic back,
man actually don't like that.
need nothing but my vocal organ,
you call up on your local lawmen,
how you tryna go to war then?
on your doorstep the fervour's spent,
bring light like the so-called fallen,
i'm pulling down the firmament
or is it the earth's ascent?
word to the Earth, i said,
what's your worth? i sense hesitation,
that's cool, there's always work ahead,
i don't have the best of patience,
just a blessed pen and paper,
when i tell expel a quasar.
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