[Lindel]

Car booms, caricature - the knife shares the burst
blaring words; Crash CARson? - you're nothing but a cartoon character
you're a wack rapper - slash bandit troops
you're so wack, you jump in that box like crash bandicoot
Raise bar higher, brave czar slicer
I'll put crash in a box, no a circle - like race-car drivers
I rap with urn, stab this jerk
If this wack rapper passes the red light district, he'll just crash and burn
Drawn lightning strike, dawn of your plight
I'll put crash in the air like dog-fighter fights
I'm dying, reading your verses; I'm not trying
I'll give you a crash course..on rhyming
I have gangsters with guns that'll pop you like pop darts
We all know crash course..because I'm unparalleled to my dog park
I puff cyphers, light this bug with bug lighters
This cat is such a bitch, he should join the RUFF RYDERS
I have a centaur's star gaze, part the stars gaze
We all know crash dummy, when the obstacle course is like the Minotaur's Maze
I have lucid rhymes with soothing rhymes
If you're STONED AS HELL, you stared into Medusa's eyes
I rapping with siege, stabbing this geek
If crash has a shotgun, he died in the passenger seat
I'm rapping with shine, rapping in time
Even if you were a rocket, you couldn't blast off with rhymes
I got sisses; a snake with a tall sin
I'll drive shotgun in a driveby..this is a crash test..it's a POP quiz
I'm the final serpent; the pious dwelling
If crash above the people..we're talking 911
I'm a good rook, with good books
If we book car..it's Dr.Seuss Books
My time is grace, rhyme of rays
I light the waves, I rhyme for days


Rhyming spar, poetic justice, a dying art.
Strike down in the night louder than lightning sparks.
I am charged, no less with gumption like hybrid cars
Fly around like a wise owl with eyes that will sight the mark.
Heads rant, your mantra destroyed by my death chant
Red liquid drip as your cred slipping with wet pants
Test stanzas, that damage your choices made in second hand.
Left digits fisting your ex pissing til legs cramp.
Your soul aches, cracking inside, like bone breaks.
Demolition of your premonition, changing your own fate.
Grown away from acting alive it goes both ways.
This existence never fit the premise, evading the gold blade.
I'm yelling "down with sinning" like the most devouted Christians.
You would never see him in a crowd of women, because sinning fem n it's hard to pick out the difference.
I used to think sinning was good, then I realized sinning was necessary
Because without sinning what's good, let's compare in sin, what is legendary?
I quit sinning. Try to follow the path of the righteous, as it were told.
And I've been winning.. everybody sinning and I haven't seen the devil yet, what's sinning goals?
I say more sinning shit than sinning say shit like dark cathedral
If your heart is evil, then why aren't you committing sin? Let's start the sequel.
I RIP end for the sin. Defeated the final fantasy, x that off the list.
I got a lot of crap on my plate but still got a shit eating grin on my face, when I'm talkin sin.
Sinning has a certain way with words, prose and devotion.
Sinning think he fly I put him airborne, that's poetry in motion.
See me I go with the flow cause I never gave a dam
Bring heat when I go, cause I know when to change the plan
And it's always the same when I bounce, finding scripts when I snooze, bruh
Hard for you to keep my name put your mouth because I'm a dick, and you suck.

I ate one thousands serpents on a green blue hill in hell, beyond that horizon were mountains of fire
I destroyed two thousands serpents on a green blue hill in heaven, beyond that horizon were mountains of fire

Moral of The Story..

Atop of a clear green blue hills there is heaven or hell; a thousand serpents on mountains of fire
Atop of clear green blue hills there is heaven and hell; a thousand serpents on mountains of fire

Which hill was savior? There were thousands of serpents atop of mountains of fire
Was the hill a mountain? There were thousands of serpents vanished atop of mountains of fire

I am a snake from the Garden of Eden; I speak in tongues to burning red dragons
I am a snake in the Garden of Eden; I killed thousands of burning red dragons

One day, I created the mountains, the lakes, the trees, the grass than summoned the sun
One night, I flourished the mountains, the lakes, the trees, the grass than summoned the moon

I am a snake in the garden of eden; I slither atop mountains of fire as a burning red dragon
I burned in hell for eternity, and with destruction and chaos; created magic

Heaven -

Andrew Flores The Angel, gracious with splendor; his white sparkling angel touches allow him to have the grace of December
He has a face to remember, during the white splendid Christmas, snowflakes and snow angels fall to the snowy grounds, he chases the embers
Heaven has no boundaries, church bells chime with glee and win(d), snowflakes and snow angels chases the seasons wind
Priests and Pastors preach Christianity, sermons of light; he will grin; his tears of joy sparkle into rain; astonishing as the seas of sin
Angels of joy smile and sparkle at his grin, Andrew writes poetry on a canvas of swift, with the touch of a pen; candles have lit
Shoes and sandals are fit, scarfs of joy, and sweaters of love attract to his wrist, Heaven loves Christmas; white winter is exact for this prince

‘Yet with the touch of a pen, he fell from grace, as his white hand touched his face
He didn’t want to leave a subtle chase, he loved to love in vain..’

And with that, he plummet from grace.

Hell –

God’s son/sun, engulfed with burning passion’s hell’s flame; the subtle boy cried tears of joy on the well plains
For his 2 cents in the well’s safe, he was well trained, know to fire remarks and chases hell’s flame on a well day
Hell’s chime was graced, he swam with tears of joy in oceans flame, he sped speech of dialect in written doctrine for his soley name
His name built links and links for his broken chain, he sped dialect written in open flame, from Heaven to Hell; not a moment changed
With his name sung, a bell sung; him crying tears of joy upon entering hell’s flame was well done
For he was baptized in Heaven and Hell, and will reign as Hell’s son…

Now his Heaven and Hell, has blossomed into a paradise.

Now a flower grows in Jesus Christ's pasture.

AJ The Menace -

I'm ONYX STATURE: A BOXER'S DANGEROUS CHAMBER; THE HARBINGER OF DEATH//
THE CARPENTER OF DEATH; I 'CARVED MY NICHE' IN THE TREE OF LIFE'; TO GIVE IT A SCAR/

I'm THE CARPENTER OF THE HARBINGER OF DEATH; PARDON FROM THE REST: THE CZAR BURST OF DEATH/
CARS BURST INTO FLAMES: BARS BURST INTO FLAMES: UNFATHOMABLE LINES BECOME PHANTHOMS//

I'm the CARPENTER OF THE HARBINGER OF DEATH; THE BAR BURSTS INTO FLAMES/
THE CZAR BURST INTO FLAMES: THE CAR BURST INTO FLAMES: THE ARMISTICE OF CHAINS/

THE CARPENTER OF DEATH; THE HARBINGER OF DEATH; CAR BURST INTO FLAMES: HARBINGER OF LIGHT/
THE CARPENTER OF FLAMES; THE CARPENTER OF CHAINS: THE CARPENTER OF PAIN; THE CARPENTER WHO WORKED HARDER THAN THE SWORD/

AJ The Menace -

I'm a CARPENTER OF PAIN; CARPENTER OF PAIN: HARBINGER OF PAIN: CARPENTER OF PAIN/
MY FATHER FELL IN LOVE WITH A DOVE; I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE SWORD: I CUT BLOOD/

I'm THE MONARCHT OF DEMON'S; THE HARBINGER OF DEMON'S; THE CARPENTER OF PAIN/
THE CZAR BURST OF PAIN; THE ARMISTICE OF PAIN: I'M KILLING YOUR LOBSTER BRAIN/

I'm THE DEMON OF THE LEVEL; THE DREAMING OF THE DEVIL; THE ANGEL OF ANGELIC LEGION/
I'm a yellow beaming halo; I am a rainbow; I'm HOMOSAPIEN WHO STUNG THE PYRAMID ON TIP/

THE SWORD OF LIGHT; THE SWORD OF DARKNESS: I HAVE A SWORD OF SPIRIT/
I'm a gleaming lyric; the darkness that SWALLOWS LAW; I SWALLOW LAW; LIKE EARTH AND THE UNIVERSE/

Ruroni Kenshin -

I'm the TALK OF THE TOWN; THE HOMOSAPIEN FROM AROUND THE TOWN/
I'm TALK OF LEGIONS; THE SPAWN OF DEMONS; THE SPAWN OF ANGELS AND DEMONS SCREAMING FOR ME/

I'm THE ARCH ANGEL LORDSHIP; THE FORFEIT OF DEATH; THE DEPTH OF THE SEA/SEA/
THE BREATHLESS SEA: THE SEMON; THE BREATHLESS SERPENT; THE SERPENT OF EAZEN KILLING THE SERPENT OF EAZEN; BREATHLESS/

I'm THE Down syndrome IDIOT FROM THE BEHEMOTH REGION APPEASE THE SEASONS: WINTER SEASONS/
I SWAM ACROSS LEGIONS OF DEATHLY HOLLOWS: BREATH WILL SWALLOW CINCATURE LAW: WITH BREATHLESS HOLLOWS DEATHLY HOLLOWS/

I'm THE DEMON IN THE NIGHT; SEMON IS BRIGHT; I'm THE DEMON BEHEMOTH BRAINLESS DEMON/
I FUCKED KAGOME SENSELESS: I FUCKED KAGOME SENSELESS!; I'm the DARKNESS BRIGHTNESS/

AJ The Menace -

I'm BORDER CROSSING THE Great Wall OF CHINA: I SAW A GLOCK BURST: NINE MILLIMETER UZI/
I FLOW LIKE A JAZUZZI WATCHING A MOVIE: YOU FLOW LIKE DOOZIE ON A DOOBIE//

I'm HOTTER THAN HELL: 'CROSS ME' IT'S A LOT TO SELL: WHEN I SHOOT A SNIPER AND YOUR LOST IN HELL/
I'm the FROST OF NAILS: THE CLAWS OF HELL/HAIL; I could 'SCRATCH' YOUR FACE OFF; NO FACE OFF/

I'm the EMCEE FROM CALIFORNIA: SATURN'S AURA: LAUGHING AT WHETHER YOU DON"T PUSH GATS/
I have the multi-syllabic flow; German Lugar maneuver that'll splatter your dome; 'ACROSS THE WORLD' LIKE THE ASTRO DOME/

I'm making money; stacking cheddar; clapping berets; making bitches mad and jealous/
I'm glad your envious as a snake with mad intelligence; YET IF YOU"RE A GENIUS; WHY ARE YOU BEHIND BARS AND NOT WITH DIMES/CARS?

Charron -

I'm FLARING THE UZI; JACUZZI? A DOOZY: I"M THE MAKER OF LIGHT: THE MAKER OF HEAVEN/
STACKING PAPERS WITH STACKS OF AURA: CLAPPING NOSTRDAMUS BROKEN PROMISE; SOAKED PAJAMAS; OCEAN LLAMA THAT'LL SPLATTER YOUR DOME LIKE A RED HELMET/

I'm FLARING UZI'S; SPARYING ANACONDAS; SPRAYING THE UGANDA FROM THE AGE OF NICARAGUA/
PAGES FRGM THE HOLSTER ARE DAYS FROM DAYS OF BOLSTER: MEANING 'THE GLOCK WILL RIP YOUR PANTS' LIKE KNIVES AND BULLETS/

I'm AIMED WITH MATICS AND CURTAINS OF HABITS: I SLAVESHIPPED BITCHS WITH BROKEN BANANAS/
SOAKED IN THE BAHAMAS WITH THE JOKE OF A *CLAPPER*; BROKEN A MASTER? WITH HOPE AND DISASTER; RODENT AND RAPTURE? BROKE TO SHAMBLES with COKE,CLOAKS AND DAGGERS/

I'm SLAUGHTERING STEEPLE'S; CALLING ME PEOPLE: WHO GIVES A FUCK WHO WROTE YOUR BARS; CZAR BURST YOUR CAR#FLIP#; BARS ROAST YOUR BARS/
ARMED WITH A CAR BULLET: CZAR BUTST YOUR CAR: ARMED MATICS ATTACKING WACK HABITS: ATTACK RATCHET BITCHS WITH RATCHET BITCH LINES likE KAMAKAZIE NAGASAKI; DRAMA PILOT IN THE UZI//

I'm THE MONARCHY OF DEMONS; THE DEVIL IN A DREESS; KU KLUX KLAN/
VOODOO PLAN; THE DROOL OF SAM; My Compel was the PULL OF MAN/
I'm a Hierarchy of demons; the rendering the suicidal tendencies obsolete/
Talk is cheap; my mouth is rough like a diamond; it became moist with a HYMEN/
I'm HONORED TO CONQUER THE WITCHES AND WICCANS: SADISTIC AS MISFIT/
Endocrine system was slashed with swords and knives; of course you'll die when the ACCORD WILL STRIKE/
I'm slicing SALAMI DOCTORS WITH ACCORDIONS; the course of men
I bring fourth the phlegm; the orifice of life and death; the slice of death was the scythe of breath/
I'm honored to conquer the elegance of green plains; serene grace
I fly speed planes into fire bushes; the combustion was greater than the fiery beginning/
I'm the accord of christ; the sword of light; I'm the omen of christ
I rose from the light to end darkness; I descend from catharsis than render darkest/

VS

Tommy - Director
Brian - Cameraman
Diana - Actress
John - Geologist
Terra - Doctor


As sunlight beams down on frustrated minds, a machete strikes through emerald vines.
The five of us come from California, three film majors, a doctor and a geologist.
We're visiting the Amazon to see what we can find, to document discovering the divine.
Whether it's gold or medicine, we won't leave this jungle without something ominous.
We leave rich or we stay here and lose our minds, let us test God's design for the hell of it...

"Tommy, how much water do you have left?" Diana asks, adjusting her dress,
a floral gown of blues and silver, reflecting off the river as we keep along the edge.
"There's bugs and dirt everywhere, I'm the face of this movie, and I have needs!"
She gests, as Tommy responds with "well, out here you can expect to catch fleas."
"Ooo, yes please!" She rolls her eyes, brushing off her breasts of pollin and soil,
I observe an orchid in the midst of withering, it's snowy complexion now spoiled.
"Let's go, John! Before your brain boils!" Tommy shakes his head left and right,
Brian struggling to breathe, inhales battery acid like it's the flesh of Christ.
"Tommy, I mean it, I'm thirsty and it's like a million fucking degrees!"
"HERE!" He tosses a bottle in her direction then wipes bamboo debris from his knees.
"John, where are we? How far till this tribe of yours?" Terra asks, rubbing her brow,
"Shouldn't be long, we just passed the orchids so maybe an hour from now."
She gives off a scowl, staring at the water as if the answers will jump out,
"Ironic... we're in a rainforest but there's no sign of rain... not even a single cloud."
"It's alright, I hear the people at this village are very hospitable, they'll shelter us."
"Do you watch movies? Does it ever workout for the cast? NO! It NEVER does!"
I think about the idea for a minute, second thoughts slither into my brain,
but it's too late to escape, as the smoke of the village comes into frame.
"Can't change our minds now, Brian, guess you'll just turn into an actual toad!"
"Fuck you, Tommy!" Brian whines as he lifts the camera and films the approach.

Diana begins...
"This is the village of the Wari, a tribe of people who survived the fires earlier this year."
She looks away long enough to summon a couple alligator tears.
"The Wari are one of the oldest tribes in the Amazon, hidden away from modern society..."

"Diana... Wait a minute... Excuse me!? Hi! Can you... Can you come closer please!?"
Tommy motions an invitation as a woman watches from a distance behind the trees.
As she draws near, we see her necklace, instead of beads, it's human teeth.
with a tongue rotting in the middle, Diana weeps as maggots fall to the woman's feet.
"Fuck this!" Brian screams, spins around and takes an arrow to both knees,
surrounded by spears and knives, our lives flash before our eyes in slow speed.
"No! ...PLEASE!" Brian pleads as the woman grabs his face, her lips meet his,
the sound of his groans turn my stomach, but not as much as when she ascends.
Blood runs down his cheeks and chin as his tongues hanging from her mouth,
Brian drops to the ground, an asthma attack puts him down while he's bleeding out.
Diana screams uncontrollably, as Terra covers her face and Tommy caves,
I begin to hyperventilate while watching, when she turns her gaze towards me, I feint.

"By the way, John, what did you dream about last night? A woman in your arms?
The sea at your doorstep? Or of the syringe; the rainbow serpent in the stars?"
"No, doctor, I dreamt that I was staring up from my own grave..."

I wake up in a cage, naked and afraid, eyes still trying to focus,
Diana hangs up straight, wrists tied by ivory to bamboo postage.
We all feel hopeless, Tommy yelling to be set free, aggressively,
while Terra studies the villagers, anticipating a reckoning.
Diana is woken by a young boy fondling her breasts,
she tries to shake him off her chest but he grabs her by the neck.
Puts a knife against her flesh as she begs him to stop,
I look away as he removes the cloth that covers his cock.
Listening to her cries and Tommy threatening to kill,
the sound of moisture between thighs and the climax built.
He releases a moan and Tommy screams "NO, THAT'S ENOUGH!"
I watch as another boy walks over and removes his stuff.
Diana is raped for hours, to the point she becomes numb,
I tried to look into her eyes but she was a lifeless husk.
She'd abandoned this world as her heart couldn't fight more,
they cut her down and dragged her aside like last night's boar.
Cutting her open and tossing her insides into a stone bowl,
I could feel their sadistic sins staining my own soul.
Vomiting into the grass, again, I passed out.
Unable to watch the horrors anymore than I had now.

"Whatever happens... Death is not the end..."

I wake up to Tommy shouting "get the fuck off me!"
As they pull him towards Diana's offering.
They tied his wrists and covered his skin in powder,
I must've slept for hours as the sky lost it's power.
Blackened by the night, or maybe by death,
the sun turned it's back on us, for fear of what's next.
"You gonna rape me now!? Fuck you! I'll kill you all!"
Tommy twists and turns as they poke and prod.
The woman that killed Brian stokes the flames,
walks over to Tommy and strokes his face.
"Don't touch me, you old bitch, I swear to God!"
His eyes flare open as she tears his balls.
She rips them from his groin and tosses them aside,
kneels and drinks the blood like a fountain of wine.
"TOMMY! TOMMY, NO! STAY AWAKE, TOMMY! STAY AWAKE!"
I shout but I'm hardly okay, I know he's dying but I try to be brave.
I just don't know how much more of my conscience remains.
Watching as Tommy drains down her throat, and I'm afraid.
"John... it's okay... it's okay to feint..."
Terra whispers in my ear before my eyes go blank...

"There is no escape from the grave."

I wake up, my wrists tied behind my back, a prisoner of war in Iraq.
It's been at least ninety days since my unit was hit, now I'm the last.
I keep having dreams where I die in different lives every time I sleep,
then I wake up and they torture me, will I ever rest in peace?
"No, you'll never rest in peace, John, death is not the end.
Allah will torture you for an eternity if you don't cleanse away your sins
He's taken all your friends, now tell me, where is your bases location?
If you tell me, heaven will welcome you with a standing ovation."
Before I can speak, he holds up a finger and looks at the ceiling,
a bomb buries him beneath the sand but before it explodes I get a familiar feeling.

"Time to wake up, John."

I open my eyes to a syringe deep in my arm, my wife, Terra, asleep in the dark,
the heroin coursing through my veins like a serpent weaving through my heart.
In this life, you die young, or lose your mind, because it's not all rainbows in the cards.

quit counting the days months ago as events became too spontaneous,
survival changes men into monsters, their behavior turns raw and alien.
Our plane crashed and only eight survived, twenty nine burned dead or alive,
and slowly we lost our minds, across time sanity stretched and declined.
This is our story... every detail from beginning to deprived...

I wake up to the wreckage, the burning smog of flesh, plastic and wiring,
the echoes of screams as teens struggle to address the tragic spiraling.
Dave removes debris from my knees, grabs my hand and pulls me up,
"help, please, I can't get everybody on my own and the fires spreading from above.
If we don't get everyone out, they'll die and there'll only be the two of us!"
I wipe my eyes and begin to help who I can, like Jeff, a piece of window in his shoulder,
ripping it out and rolling him over a woman's body, distracted by the fact we didn't know her.
"Hey! Get yourself together, man! We can't help the dead so focus on those still breathing!"
I continue leading Jeff towards a hole in the plane where sunlight is seen beaming.
In the corner of my vision I see Daniel reaching, the snack cart across his chest,
I push it aside with the help of Jeff, and the three of us hurry to rescue the rest.
Robert and Bryan carry Tiffany through the exit, while Dave has Sarah in both arms,
she keeps mumbling the same question, we all know the answer but have no heart...

"What happened?"

We couldn't fathom in that moment as the shock still controlled our nerves,
grabbing luggage from the wreckage, desperate for warm clothes or percs.
Antidepressants or antibiotics, anything for the coming struggles,
and we're in trouble if we can't manage to find food in the bloody rubble.
"Does anyone know how to hunt or scavenge? If not, then we're totally fucked."
Dave begins to look through baggage like a rabid dog, the tension boiling up.
No luck besides a couple bottles of Tylenol, three sodas and some oily nuts.
Jeff finds the first aid but his words make no sense, I notice it's only rust.
"A plane with outdated supplies? Isn't that something worth mending?"
"Now that you mention it, the wings seemed faulty when we were ascending!"
"That's just paranoia, you're reaching for clues when there isn't a 'how'.
Our plane crashed and we're alive, so let's just pay attention to the 'now'."
Before an argument could revive, the sound of growling split through the crowd,
petrified, staring at the ground, afraid of what we'd see if we looked around.

"Holy shit, are we about to die?!"

I adjusted my eyes to the sight of tracks hidden in the dirt, then turned towards the noise,
a pack of four or more in the trees, watching us like an audience looking for the choice.
To hunt, or to devour... whether we're dinner, or just a sport... I attempt to discover my voice,
"whatever you do, don't run, they're quicker and you'll just suffer from a lot of teeth!"
I muster the thought loud enough for the others to ponder, one wolf wanders from the trees.
"Do. Not. Scream." Bryan covers Tiffany's mouth as she breathes heavily from her nose,
Sarah, still delusional on her knees, while the others contemplate how to exterminate our foes.
Another wolf, pale as a ghost, lunges towards a corpse close to the forest,
feasting on it right there as if to taunt us, the snapping of joints was morbid.
Our eyes met as it tore into muscle and ligaments like chunks of rotting porridge,
Sarah's sobbing chorus caught the interest of a young cub crawling toward us.
The overall feeling is hopeless, we notice nothing within reach to use as a weapon,
if the God's are sending a message, then the lesson certainly isn't one to mess with.
The pup snarls it's teeth, ready to leap at Tiffany and Bryan at any second,
and just as it launches an attack, Dave catches it midair, leaving everyone breathless.
He continues to stab it with steel from the wreckage, I watch the pack whine and howl,
they want to attack but prowl nervously from the safety of their distant growls.
He rips the wolf's heart out, displaying it for the pack with splattered blood on his mouth,
the pack scurries away, and we all shift our gaze to tonight's dinner bleeding on the ground.

To be continued...