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AJ The Menace - Conundrum Gallows Of Hell

The Conundrum Gallows of Hell --

The black vortex plummets iron devils and demons into screaming
I am screaming at the top of my lungs; I sung songs of ascendance
I am a descendant of heaven and hell; sentences melt from the vain of compel
I am a dungeon dragon; the sunken HARDSHIP was a SPACESHIP
For I am the conundrum gallows of hell; torturing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as I ejaculate in a succubus than suck the wind
I am the demon from another level; the dungeon dragon
Fireballs scatter the blue terrain with the eyes of pain
I am the demon and devil; torturing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as a fuck a hundred succubus's with rummaging..

Sin -

I am SIN..the conundrum gallows of HELL..hell's scorching flames
The scorching flames blue/blew terrain; scorching flames
Hell's fire scorn flames from earth; the burning girth
I am the worthless purpose of a serpent of EAZEN
I'm torturing demons and devils; semon is reveled
A pitchfork is metal; I have the demons as puppets like gepetto
For I am a demon and devil; sinning in the dark abyssal depths of HELL
I am demon and devil torturing demons and devils; ALIEN..

Lust -

I am fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
Ballad of will; RAPE and scorching flames; Hell's scorching flames
Hell's scorching flames; I am bludgeoned plummeting earth into oblivion
Scintalltioned destiny; the precipice of humanity was IN HELL..
For I am fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
The BALLAD OF WILL..blood was spilt on the canvas of SKILL
For I am a demon and devil; semon is reveled
The GARDEN OF EDEN WAS REVELED WHEN I FUCKED EVE AS THE DEVIl..

Fight -

I am a demon and devil; fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
THE BALLAD OF WILL; demons and devils run in another dimension of BULLYING
The duel of SHIP; the slaveship of humanity; the **slaves** of HELL
RAPE COMPEL; VAIN COMPEL; humanity was tortured by GOD
For I am the yellow rod of facade'; destiny's humanity
I cause' calamaties to families it's a trajedy with casualty
FOR I AM A DEMON AND DEVIL; A ALIEN WITH DECIET..

-- FOR WHO COULD FORSEE IN THERE CRYSTAL BALL BUT THE EYES OF A ALIEN DEMON?

vs.

Metamorphosis

* * *

Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.

vs.

I’m unsteady, the bloodletting is tongue stretching
Picture a slum setting, unkempt with a rough heading
Tribes get involved, when nature, with its rises and falls
Entices us all to question life and its inviolate call
Sometimes even the sun catches the horizon off guard
Illuminating the land - all the mountains, pines & bazaars




Legends state, that trees grow broader in a wretched place
much like cells strengthen when ensconcing in the reddish fray
The warmth of the ground is a meditative magma, in essence, fate
each tectonic shift leaves a messy plate; appetite makes us levitate
The life substance of any given creation is a curious fluid
he stands in a burgundy tunic, earthly attunement is a purity movement
While many would jump at the chance of omnipotence...
Some prefer to be human.
undeterred by the units perverted, deluded. Copernicus knew it
Persian, Peruvian or Nubian, in search of the wooly men
Are we truly men who are on the verge of being usurped of our nutrients?
because while new sequences emerge from the petri dish of our lineage
The growth of our history rarely deviates from traditional compendiums
Everyone has plants to water, children to feed
embryos supplant a larger mural to heed
symbiotic relationships foster fertile proceeds
for foster parents to adopt a pharyngeal surgical league
to cut out all of our bad intentions so we can cure The Disease
It’s the workings of Me, You, the sperm’s eternal dirge of the sea
What are ethnicities? Are they real cities with a mayor and such?
truthfully, are we dunking the ball or just laying it up?
Are we under the sprawl of a decaying, corrupt age of distrust,
scraping the clutches, raping a mother who simply claimed it enough?
Do we show compassion or are we just following moral restraints
I’m convinced that Right and Wrong are dead planets, orbiting Faith
Some pray to God, others prey on others as the “lords” of their race
while being elitist only means one thing: priorities are sorely misplaced
Writer’s Block is a biological weapon set against us apes
for bible scholars, vying authors - selected strains to alter our genetic traits
Science fosters collective drainage of innovation, meant to resonate
flesh is clay, imprisoned in Section 8, nocturnal insects definitely relate
If you’re feeling implored, take a trek with the spiritual Moor
Man walks on two limbs yet it’s his brain he mostly needs agility for
Some rest under sycamores sipping Coors from society’s umbilical cord
others weave tangerine sun sonatas in the shadows; the ceilings of lore
Some cash in their schillings of war, only feeling the symptoms after
our achilles heel hooks us with wisdom only inherent in jiu-jitsu masters

vs.

Things begin again and again.
Avoiding is the unfailing game.
It is manifest that when we live in a state of nature;
We are in a condition called war
Life is solitary, brutish and short.

A stone is foreign to our being
A branch is irreducible to meaning.
We can describe it and we can learn to classify it;
To reduce it and so assert its truth.
Into atoms, which are then reduced.

Further and further reduced
Insatiable appetites for absolutes.
Attempting to reduce something without meaning;
The condition of absurdity
A constant of uncertainty.

The absurd becomes god
Broadest sense of this word.
Thoughts shrink at the prospect of annihilation;
For those who solve its mystery
Death is a pyrrhic victory.

Hope is torment's anticipation
By minimizing value, it betrays it.
The mind desires and the universe disappoints;
Where it only exists as an ant-hill
And is stamped with our seal.

The world is a divine place
Nature and landscapes.
A longing for clarity within the human heart;
Is the absurd, not the system
It is existing, not existence.

Not asking why we are alive
But why we choose to survive.
During the moment absurdity is recognized;
It is a harrowing passion
Unable to be fathomed.

To reject all perspectives
And by doing so accept it.
And to seek meaning where there is none;
Happiness and the absurd
Two children of the earth.