[Lindel]

Smorgasboard empire's burn, fire's urn wages with metal swords
Channeling dark aura through swordsmanship, I settle scores
Revel war in a black coat, Zion approaches war with hell spawns
I sound the horn of Gabriel, and my name rings a bell's charm
Burning swords relish in war, metal swords clash with claws
Clash of maws, I hold god's tongue with the brash of gauze
Relish hunger pains, comatose wars with egregious war owls
Battlefields of armistice's, and effigies of blemished sinful plagues
Noncholant oil owls, ponder life expectancy, synchronicity is released through magic
Ariskima's of black magic turn their heads at prophets, black thoughts of tragic
Modern horsemen of old relic times, hold seldom plots for ominous retribution
Synonymous with dispution, war hero's of war owls hold honesty's retribution
We forlorn owls of Lileth's, Lileth's owls rest on the mountains of frost and fire
Wind is the cost of fire, water of earth's embellishment is a blue bonnet's choir
Solemn hands in the eyes of a snake, sharp flickering tongues entice mice and rodents
A slice is potent, one sharp thought connecting with a sharp tongue will slice a ocean
Ponder ominous retribution, conquering embellished times, seldom plot the winter's sun
Sinister shelter's holding blasphemous refugee's, hold Sodom's tongue
Bottomless pits of devils holding metal swords, hold accord to hell's tongue
Frozen tundra's of stomach's and lung's from Angels hold hell as frozen
Hell's fire turns to ice with a Angel's wish, a priests prayer vanishes devil's
Seropth's are summoned with a flick of God's Sphinx tongue, to vanquish demons
Andrew the Seropth holds dominion to beggars, anguished metal
For when hell froze over unto a frozen tundra'; there marked the Spanish devil..
Onyx sword slicing hordes, vice grip on war and embellished worry tangent times
Saddest cries, we conjure black magic on those who want to live lavished lives
Brandish knives, somber of hand, saying swears and broken promises on the promised land
Yonder man, sought the sand; we hold the sheltered refugees for a conquest sand
Promised land, burrows in the sand; lost refugees of Noah's Ark
Owls of Noah's Ark, Andrew Flores, standard chorus; burning forests of righteousness
Sordid enticing than, Lord of a vice grip wind, swords that will slice your sin
Accord from a dieing wind, morbid with silent wind, chorus of silent sin
Modern times verses Roman empire, we hold the waters for a oceans fire
Tears of joy, and rain of cry's; we cry for forty days and forty days to save the night
Owls of Noah's Ark, conjure vast wisdom on pairs of people and animals
Precious from above, precious from a dove; we're dreaming with lavished souls
Snake eyes on refugee's, roll the dice for forty days and forty nights
Soul of silent fire, we wash away sins and regrets with a story's plight
Owls of Noah's Ark, embellish worry tangent times, for a schism of hollow ships
For when the shallow met the gallows, the rainbows painted a canvas ship
Owls of Noah's Ark grow into Dove's of Noah's Ark, the day is fair
For when a rainbow froliced and prospered over a ocean, doves came in pairs..

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