[Lindel]

I'm a english poet, the spring sun knows this with machine gun potence
One early morning/mourning spring, it was time to slaughter notions
Opposite of optimistic, pessemistic; pest a mystic? No those are children
Bows and Arrows; shoot the pharoahe; news bulletins and serene sun oceans'
For the law wanted me to stop slaughtering cows and chickens
Proudest wiccan, sounds of mystic; as i have sex with crickets
I am the slaughter of water; the birth of a father; the earth is my father
Conquer whales, sea shells; rusty nails; and cuts of sails
I am the most evil man in existence; i saw a possum and killed it
The cows and chickens want to slaughter us back with attacks
Exact on the map, i thought with wicked plots, and sadistic shots
Syringe killings; the children wanted me dead; the coffin of death
who would've known i was relentless; i know no boundary//
As children enter my mouse; and i spit rounds of catastrophe
assault and battery with brats and tight jeans; i might scream
yet their scream with the cows and chickens; sounded wickest..

It's andrew james flores the proudest wiccan

I was born on July 16,1996 in heaven gates, i meditate
I levitate the golden gates with soul and grace; bold and snape
I am a demon swordsman; seethe remorseless; I am scum
I am cum, the cum dumpster, cum guzzler of animals and sea animals
Sea/see these snaps and pulls, snaps and dueles; with assassins and dukes
Massive with screws; i got a couple screws loose my caboose shoots..
I decapitated a zillion devils, a zillion demons, and a zillion angels
With bloody halos scrape the landscape; land rape; land snape
I am andrew james flores, with a serpent's tongue; purpose hung
My goal is to find the GOD OF ISRAEL; and assasinate the witch
lacerate the bitch; massive gates were it; as i left hell and approached heaven
Soaken reverend; smoking eleven; i am the animal in the zoom!
The elephant in the room; holding dogs and cats in my clutches
exact with the crutches; i crush wigs; dutch kids; and smuke zigs
I found him in heaven's floor; it was water world; slaughter pearls
I'm his daughter/girl; yet i didn't care; he should've bewared the air/heir
For i didn't want him to exsist with my reign; after i rain/reign
I am insane with swordsmanship; he is a witch with curses
I killed his angels of protection; halo's of dissection; nebula
COSMOS didn't enjoy my presence so i killed his essence; like god flows intestines..
I'm a demonswordsman, now the loot is mine;; ALL THE WOMAN..
for I am a demon swordsman; holding god's decapitated head
Who would've known NOAH saw all the colors of a rainbow; yet is now seaing RED..

I'm sharper than anaconda fangs and tortured chameleons
Propel for the beam and shit and shoot a skyscraper out of the scorching pro-pel and shit
I'm the devil on a whole another level; eating emcee's to the third degree
BURNING emcee's; if you listen to hell from purgatory; you've heard of me
I'm the conniving emcee; the meticulous emcee; eating you like candy
Handy man with the hammer; only time ''you're coming out'' is ASS-SHIET
I'm the conglomerate emcee; putting a purple dragon in chains
Wagon of pain; standard and gain; asses and caine; brackets my name!
I'm the emergencee(EMERGE ENCEE) I'm coming with the harpoon and sword!
Car pull and more! I pulled more cars off a bridge than bodybuilders
Shotty wielder; popping pills in the kitchen; hills of faction
I'm the honest writer; destiny bringer; harbinger of light
Proper in fight; i outschemed group therapy session with the wessun
I'm the night/knifhr and day/gay with rays of light
decay in fights you worthless life; purpose right!/ SERPENT STRIKES~
I'm the seprent of eden; the worthless of meat and shit like woman!
i get more ass than donkeys; proper emcee's tearing apart honkeys
Brought shiek warlord with the pen'; insane with the pen game insane
I'm killing the game by dropping three hundred bars on LIL WAYNE
Peel the game off the lames that feel pain in this game like LIL WAYNE~
I'm insane!; KILLING EVERYTHING IN site/sight; i am might
the lion strike; ion type warlord with a broad sword killing sword cords
I am THE LORD! DIOS eating mexican bread with hexagons and triangles
TRY ANGLES! AND ILL dangle you from the earth into hyper space you hyper lame!
I'm the game! EATING emcee's for breakfast, lunch and dinner
punch the winner with punchlines and lunchlines with spinners
I could never be defeated to the third degree for I am ''THE LIGHT''
I AM the night/knight i made REVOLUTION feel so much pain! I AM PLIGHT!
I am FIGHT! I killed the monolith of the apocalypse with lofty spits!
Caught the grin of REVOLUTION and threw to the garbage despenser and garnish as winner!

I'm the machine gun of a transformer; fat ogres and crashed soda
I'm the every image of a dispenser of garbage and trash; yoda
I'm the commiting emcee; eating liver and larva from anime
Lava and i spit game! I SPIT PAIN; eat machine guns for breakfast
I am insane! I'm the order of wrath with wrath machien guns
UZI sprays on your face; shooting the fucking grace like fucking pain
I'm the onyx staure; bubonic rapture; eating chapters of books
depleting raptors to church; than i kill them wit the crucifix with putrid mix
I'm the court writer; in whore cyphers; horrible writters with RAWR CYPHERS!
I'm the hyper machine gun; a war machine tearing apart regimes
I'm the conniving emcee; surviving emcee? I killed the monolith
APOCALYPTIC(ALPACA LIP TIC) for this emcee with third degrees
I'v burned stone to marble; car jewls and jewlry burn in the skies
Yearn though the skys; i ate red ember skies; december night
I'm the chapter of the wizard of wraps; eating traps
depleting raps to the oceans of water for slaughter
OFFERING coper to the GODS? I killed the purple dragon
yearning average!? I killed the passage of EXODUS
Petro kid; levitating mountains to the EXIT KID
I'm the early mourning/morning dew; the lord jew
Own dudes; and chew food in black suits
I got the knife and the axe killed the rats and cats
exact on the map; i'm the lord of emcee's the abnormal of keys
I've burned rev to the third degree; revolution
For i'm frieza killing this MONK-KEY; EVOLUTION!

The moth tiger; the moth tiger; the third eye incisor; the third eye of relinquishment
The speech of sin; the heat of wind; the probability of the seas of sin
The night was soon to be the speech of sin; the day was old
The moth tiger maimed and stayed the bold; with placement hold
The moth tiger maneuvered through the green jungle with robust faction
The sentiment of rash; the moth tiger killed a hundred lions
The moth tiger was sleeping in a green jungle; it AWAKEN
When a man with aThe Holy Spirit; the Holy Ghost; Moses rose from the ashes as sand
The hands of time were for naught; the hourglass with the sour passed
In the moment of time; Jesus Christ was crucified
The noose was shined; for it was the whip for jewish pride
I am the moment of time; the Holy Spirit gleamed gracefully
The serene grace of seas; the seas vacancy; the seas shapes and seas
I'm the moment of time and space; the Holy Spirit gleams with prosperity
The vulgarity of rage was sent to hell than graced with flames
For I am prosperity with the Holy Spirit; the holy ghost
The Holy Spirit; the Holy Ghost; Jesus Christ was blood
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spear was there; the moth tiger was forsaken
The tides of change; primal rage; the primal rage of sin
The tides of change; the primal rage; the tides of change
I'm the tides of change; the primal rage; inside a lion's cage
For the tide's of change changed for me; the vulgarity
The fish swam for centuries before dying
I am crying in the seas of change; dreaming
For I love God and Jesus Christ; sea the light
In the evening night; I sea he light; the appeasing of darkness
The tides of change was primal rage; a lion inside a cage
The primal rage locked inside a cage; the pious chains
The oceans' rage; the oceans' fury; the oceans' rage
The oceans' rage; the oceans' fury; the oceans' rage
The oceans' destiny; the oceans' fate; the oceans' faith
The oceans' burning journey from God to safe
For the oceans' are rageous; the pages
The oceans' are rageous; the pages
The book of life was opened by Saint Peter
Andrew Flores's name was in the book of life
The oceans' are rageous; the oceans' rage
The oceans' are rageous; the oceans' rage

VS

"Pennyford Blue"


The seven seas never seem short of a tale.
“Let her free!” the vessel leaves, adorning its sails.
Setting forth in a gale against the black of the night
as intrepid waters prevail, they’re carried from sight.
A flagon in right hand, hook in the left,
the captain arrives with rum on his breath.
He stumbles on deck of the Pennyford Blue
for a public address to his cretinous crew.
“To treasure and booty,” came the guttural roar
“If you pledge me your duty, there’s enough for us all!”
The others onboard then clapped as they yelled
In sudden applause for the man at the helm.
Captain LeVell was a porthole of a man
But could look after himself were the moment to pass.
He’d disposed of his hand when at odds to be free,
as Redbeard showed him the plank and he dropped to the sea.
Watching it bleed as he gnawed to find an escape,
- a true seadog with the teeth for a fight, as we say!
Some pirates had claimed he was done and rejoiced
with surprise on the faces of landlubbers ahoy
When they discovered him coiled up one night on the beach
discoloured but buoyed, like them there devices at sea.
The tide doesn’t sleep, though it often relents,
and neither would he as he plotted revenge.
He wanted them dead, reduced to a pulp,
by an ensemble of men with proven results.
A crew of old salts, all colours and creeds,
grouped with hopefuls then took to the sea.
Looking to seek vengeance on Redbeard and his men
cut ‘em to pieces o’ eight and leave ‘em for dead!
Which leads to our quest for Redbeard and his gold
to season adventurers, these seas are their home.
Every beach, every cove, every opening and passage
every secret it holds is known to the captain.
And so the advantage was his in pursuit
They row with abandon as he considers their move.
The ship and its crew adjusting the bow
As LeVell instantly knew where to look for his foe!
He took to his scope, lookin’ east as the crow flies,
Instructin’ his covey to what he’d seen with his own eyes.
Their belief in the old timer proved a trusted source
As the creeped up its lone side and then jumped aboard!
A rush of swords soared through the breeze
as cut-throat corsairs fall to the sea.
They brawl under siege, with both sides losin’ men,
‘til Redbeard’s brought to his knees in a fight to the death!
LeVell had eyes of resentment, cold as the sea,
as it was time to avenge his only defeat.
The very moment he reached for the sheath on his cutlass
he felt a blow that would see him bleed from his stomach.
The greedy curmudgeon had waited alone
to make sure his leader was bludgeoned ‘fore he made away with the gold!
There’s no place for heroes in this grey, timeless abyss
but that’s the way that it blows - double-crossed like the flag waved high from the ship...

War
Chapter One
The Morning.

As the alarm sounds, my pains throb, muscle spasms turn my brain raw,
today, we launch for the space station, out the door by 0600 for take off.
The other marines pretend to be ruthless killers but it's not hard to see,
their scared and rightfully, we're headed to the vacuum for war, not peace.
We tighten our armor, check for holes, strap the belts and ready our souls,
"Well, marines, who's prepared to find our species a brand new home!?"
You see, there's a planet just beyond a black hole that's habitable but taken,
so we've been ordered to conquer and take it, by genocide or enslavement.
If we die, we'll be heroes, forgotten in time as the Earth crumbles away,
so we must not fumble today as mankind depends on our struggle to claim.
"5...4..." I mumble and pray, sweat dripping down my muscles and face,
"3...2..." we hustle to space, engines igniting the fires of trouble and faith.
As the temperature slowly declined, the hole creeped into view,
like a road with different hues, an iridescence of greens and blues.
I clinged to my seat, fingers wrapped around leather as gravity would,
we were inhaled by the worm and rapidly pulled.
And it all went dark... as a tragedy should...

War
Chapter two
The Catastrophe.

We came out the other side but our systems were fried, unable to pilot the ship,
in best case, we happen to drift towards the station or hopefully the planet.
We've enough food for a couple months so precautions were considered,
but any hope had withered when we witnessed what luck would be delivered.
A large ship approached ours, with guns the size of our vessel,
it wasn't built by any material I recognized, definitely alien metals.
A tractor beam of some sort pulled us into the machines abyss,
and there we seen the sick, twisted reality of our enemy's intent.
People being farmed, looks like doctors and scientists,
strapped to walls with tubes down their throats, I offered a silent cringe.
Followed by a violent itch, we ready our rifles and open the door,
"Jonesy, cover our six!" as we tip toe through unknown recourse.
Ready to show no remorse, we stumble across an alien corpse,
with "traitor" carved into it's flesh in a language translation almost ignored.
Part man, part fish, it's anatomy completely deformed,
something we could only describe as being an animorph.
We managed to move forward and that's when we found their colony,
millions of aliens working in perfect harmony...
when the alarm went off, we knew we were concluding this odyssey.

War
Chapter three
The battle.

Running back to our ship, the stampede behind us tightened our grips,
jonesy tripped over debris and was ripped apart by the violent mutants.
Our bullets pierced their bodies but never slowed their approach,
claws tearing through the floor with screams of incomparable notes.
The lieutenant spun around and dropped his grenade belt, ready to go,
hit the button and the blast door closed, "Semper Fi!" as he explodes.
Three Marines left, the ship nearly within reach but the horde caught up,
unscathed by the sacrifice, poisoned thorns from their spines almost shot us.
Our pilot pulled out his pistol and tried to slow them down,
but received a hundred razor sharp teeth... is this hopeless now?
Back to back, we used our machetes to try and fillet the newts,
when the horde stopped, staring at us as if to appreciate their food.
They opened a gap and that's when we seen what must've been their king,
golden scales, his sword burning bright with a stars energy.
"Fisht...demps...region?" our translator reads "are you warriors?"
Dempsey looks at me for a response but in awe I simply nod.
Before we could move, he rips through Dempsey's suit,
the blood spray so black you'd think Dempsey was a newt.
I grip my blade and prepare a defensive posture,
and begin to pray as I hope to repent this monster.
I noticed his gills flare open and so I swipe, next thing I know he's to my right,
the army of newts paralyzed by what unfolded before their eyes.
his sword at my feet, claws still wrapped below the hilt,
their king drops to his knees, blood filling inside his gills.
He falls to his death, followed by the rest kneeling in sync,

"Thisht...Sproon...Oerta!" They sing...