[Lindel]

The night blankets the sky in the bat of an eye; words of peace wither away in a battle of cries
War has commenced and our doors will be hit with the forces of sin in only a matter of time
Aircraft missiles swerve passed the heads; bombs bombard the land till' the mass is spread
And here I stand; mother with her son in hand; mind sharp to poke holes in this plan of death
This beautiful boy will not be another passing breath in this vile genocidal overthrow
So I'll fight for his life till' I'm choose to fold, and know he'll stay alive with wholesome growth

I hear the footsteps, they're growing louder by the second, these soldiers have come, rounded with their weapons
*THUD* THUD*, they're at the door, pounding with aggression, my heart's beating, they start breaching, as I'm scouting for an exit!

I see a window; I open it in dismay; when suddenly a soldier spots me like a predator does his prey
I see the killer in his eyes; he's ready to engage; when he aims; cocks back his heavy weapon and sprays..


*BANG* *BANG*...


...But he misses his shot for his sinister plot; I sprint down a river to set for escape!
"After them soldiers, get your weapons in place! These degenerate peasants are getting away!"

The abundance of soldiers are coming in closer, aiming and spraying their guns at my head!
A bullet brushes my neck and I run out of breath, but I won't let my son succumb to his death!

Before I'm killed instantly, I'll set my son on this piece of debris, and send him down the river afloat!
But before I save your precious life; and send you into the night; there's something that I want you to know!

My Son

"Where ever you may go, I know God's shining sun will rise
And the forever growing grass will be greener on the other side"



*BANG*..

***


Meanwhile from far down the river ...

The day twinkles the sky in the blink of an eye; words of peace prosper in the meaning of life
The future looks bright for the people alive; as their laughter commences; cleaning the strife
When word has spread of the christian genocide; the atheist's and agnostics did not look too surprised
All looked to continue with their lives although nothing had rised; except a woman; who had sympathy in her eyes


Although common sense has released me from pent-up religions
This genocide is a tragedy I wish on no Christian
Limbs on the floor, children ripped up with shells
This cursed day on earth is their own living hell
If only I believed in such heavenly grace
I would pray all this fire and brimstone away...

*Baby Crying*

Ah, what is this that I hear, entering the crevice of my ear?; it's coming from the never ending river near the pier
I look when everything is clear, to find there's not a thing to fear; for it's a beautiful baby boy; of not even a year


He must be a survivor from the mass genocide, for gunshot residue on his head is shown
I refuse to let this child sleep on a bed of stone, so I shall claim his innocent life as my own

Here in this home, hope will never be lost, your voice is heard and dreams are sought
As the spirit of freedom fulfills us all, you'll feel more than the gleam of god

Let the whimsical wind free your soul, illuminating within to ease your toll
Here where you have hold of your destiny, where there's rendered peace to reach your goals

You shall live a prosperous life full of frolic and light; here where the land is sweeter
Here where the sun shines on the path of leaders, on the other side of the river; where the grass is greener..


'Fury of the frosted dragon was once told as a myth; but now behold the unfold of my grip
I’m one who’s intended to run through the weapons, protecting the peasants and nobles that live
These militant, primitive soldiers in mist; will suffer the limitless cold that I whim
I flicker my wings to be seen like a solar eclipse; releasing a breeze that leaves em’; frozen and stiff
Sweeping through the air in a moment of whit; I swing my tail to have these statues broken to bits
Yet my ears pick up frantic motion in wind; an iniquitous whisper devoted to sin!
Archer reinforcements come like rummaging thieves; shooting their arrows from under my feet
Summoned in summits with numbers in hundreds they try to puncture my lungs for defeat!
With my tongue in my cheek and stomach in depths; I inhale a breath; ejecting a colliding blow-
Retracting all arrows as fast as a sparrow to targeted archer’s hearts as sharp icicles!
Twenty are left rendered as dead; the rest look into my eyes and realize the might that I harness
Frightened with fear they run trying to clear; so I launch them an ice ball the size of a comet!
Their bodies are crushed into particle dust; I scour the ground for more scoundrels in action
When suddenly from the sinuous seas: I spot silhouettes all shrouded as massive
It’s an abundance of ships with thousands of cannons; all fully equipped and mounted for blasting
People are screaming and the king starts to flee as powerful shots pound through a mansion!
Simultaneously all ships begin firing rapidly; destroying houses and palaces with lightning tenacity
I have to think fast in times of a tragedy; to save the peasants, nobles, and life of our majesty!
Fueled with a heart of pure fire and rage; I hover up high enough to overlook the entire terrain
Relentless In posture I eject the biggest breath ever conjured; shielding the city with an icy blockade!
The cannon balls falter against my defense; the sailors have an expression of one’s meeting the omen
Just in case this elitist fleet means to retreat; I release a breeze which freezes the ocean!
Their death is imminent; I fly where the ships are in stall; the air becomes glistened and riddled with fog
Gulls’ drop to be settled on this dawn of the devil as I lock on the vessels with an ice missile barrage!
Hits rip through facades’ till their ships are in shards; on the sea’s frosty surface scatter blown apart limbs
Surviving startled men try to call for amends; so I swallow them to launch em’ out as frozen carcasses!
The final vile man is slain with my embers; I return to the sire’s land; embracing its members
Civilians cheer from the grace that I render; as the king elegantly appears; raising his scepter
Today is to be remembered not as menacing treason; but a day we’re we up kept our brethren in legion
I fly up to bestow' the slaughter on the frozen waters; from atop of the ice wall; defending the kingdom
Behold the ‘fury of the frosted dragon; one whose sworn to protect the righteous in hardship
Channeling light to bring brightness to darkness; forever hailed as a true; Titan of Tarsis


My despondent life moves with the waves of a dreary ocean, I bare emotions of a fish that’s lost his way
At constant times I drown in a place where there’s barely solace, while careless Seagulls guffaw at my fall in pain
My pumping ventricles are wished to be clogged by an Octopus, whose absorbent grungy tentacles yearn my earn
Yet the unpleasant Eel won’t even shock me shook, for this broken fish has no electrical current worth
And I’m besieged in vacancy, swimming the seas in atrophy, trying to have the strength of mighty sailing ships
But a cynical hermit crab designed my skeleton, which is why I’m mistook for a spineless Jellyfish
If only I’d had a blissful companion we swim the Atlantic, and stay together as engagement followed through
But with my miserable antics that mission's Titanic, the sea to me will forever be a space of solitude
It’s all in view, all this fish’s infinite limitations, if only you could see through the eyes I count with
I tried to get a definite reputation, but received the disgraceful stripes of clown fish
I’ve just been racing through life contesting aloof, hoping eventually in my gills, potency grew
Now my soul is in two and water’s reflecting my mood, I guess that's why this sorrowed ocean is blue..

And every night I wish the horizon; shed a light to where I’ll subside in
I wish to sever ties with Poseidon, and he’d end my life with his Trident...

I wish…

I wish a ship of oil, tipped and boiled on my scaly skin; I wish demented mortals, ripped and soiled both my tail and fins
I wish to end with this distress, in depths of an abyssal trench, I wish this fish had twist in nets, and finally submit to death!

I wish…

I wish a morbid band of sharks had embarked to drown my symphony,
I wish a swordfish stabbed my heart and the scars bled out in infamy…

But then I realize if I was granted all the wishes I said
I’d just be back where I started, sleeping with the fishes again…

Will I ever lift from this sorrow?

I’m swimming in the depths of depression with no way to set to ascension, as my mind’s spinning in a seeped whirlpool
Suddenly out the corner of my cornea, on the Ocean’s sandy floor in blood, I spot a lying Sea Turtle
I swam towards the sand that centered thee; he must have been a century, on how his shell’s design emerged
But his neck gashed by an enemy, and as a dying remedy, he whispered me his final words…


“Through the ups and downs of ocean waters, eventually you’ll find your way
No need to stop at frozen harbors, for in this sea we call life, the tide will change…

And you will Ascend Passed The Waves"

With that, his eyes began to slightly close, as his carcass slowly faded away
Now, with those words of wisdom, I’ll always remember to savor this day

1 year later

Now...


Now I look at a hurricane straight in the eye, and blind it with my bright complexion
I clear all the burning rain, grayest of skies, and move it when I fight deception
I’m in the right direction as the waters have settled; I’m passing marginal levels as the light’s reflection
My heights extended passed the mark of the devil, I’m leaving sharks with the pebbles as the night intended
My flight’s ascended, as I’m elevating the softest, no more warring scenes of contemplating the hardships
I’ll pass the ninth dimension, reach into the sea and make a so serene constellation of starfish
Now I’m one like a group of sea lions, as the aurora borealis has my mind enchanted
I’m so high with peace I’ll seek Sirens, to form an alluring exploring voyage to find Atlantis
Now there’s no holding catalyst, and no more hazardous frantic bliss
Now my only passing wish, is all see the light without an Angler fish
That there’s hope to the pain and the strife, it's all in the changing tides
Take the past and ocean wave it goodbye, now alas you will elevate your life...

To Greater Heights.

And Ascend Passed the Waters to paradise.

In a devilish world plagued with professed malevolence, relentless rebellions, and demented sentiments
Where men are never hesitant to burn scripture in hell’s fire; and teach their kin to detest the testaments
A man prays every day with bless’ed grace; for God in Heaven’s gates to save the earth and restore love
For his wife had died in labor wishing for a reborn sun; for him, his daughter, and newborn son…

Dear God,

“I thank you for the blessings you gave to me gradually, but tainted morality, continues to make way in deceasing man
May your limitless ways make the sinful decay-wither away, so I may raise my family in a peaceful land”

***

It’s been a week since my wife had died and I cry at night; missing her pristine, gracious voice
But then I look at who she passed my way before she passed away; a beautiful, serene baby boy
O’ how you and your sister fill my face with joy; even in a blistering world where hate destroys
For I know if I pray and have faith in choice; we may one day see a place of poise…

So as the years pass way, I pray…

I pray and read the bible while taking care of my kin; who I’ve managed to raise even In these days of living
I’ve kept them sheltered and nourished so their lives could be wealthy and flourished; away from the state of sinning
For if you practice Christianity you’re battered and hanged, so in the shadows of man we tip toe and whisper
We must move intelligently with the bible in hand, as I begin to teach them the Lord’s Holy Scripture…

We begin reading stories from the bible; O ’how these disciples can’t refrain their eyes from the print
The stories they favor were of Judas the traitor, and how God sent his only son to die for our sins…
Both have immense light from within, it shows with their grins, God’s word has brought forth their faith
They are especially ecstatic when we kneel by the mattress; and I passionately; teach them to pray

So as the years pass way, we pray…

Over the years they’ve both become gracious apostles, especially the boy; so dedicated to praising the gospel
With the bible in hand I stepped in his presence, for he wanted to ask me a question, which had his mind raided and boggled
He asks: “Under the suns blinding colors,… what happened to that one person missing? I wonder, what happened to your wife, your lover? What happened to the one who gave me life...

My Mother?

Ah, I knew this question was to come…and I had to be honest with my son …so I read him a line from Jobs 1:21….

“The Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away:…"

At first he looks at me exasperated and bothered, then in an instant he hugs me and says “thank you father”
I look at him briefly and feel such a gust of divinity; that I don’t seem to feel when I glance at my daughter
I realize he is one who is one with the holy trinity; and it shows with how his soul shines like glistening pearls
I realize he is one whose spirit could enforce serenity, and bring forth everlasting peace in the world


Meanwhile….

Thinking it would be safe for one day to go out, I sent my daughter to buy bread rations in a market near the house, but instead she roamed near the south; where calamities fare about
Little did she know she had forgotten to take off her cross necklace; and is held at knife point by a man till’ she blatantly shouts; “Don’t kill me and I’ll tell you my families whereabouts!”

Ah, how history repeats itself

As my son and I our praying to God and savior Jesus Christ, I feel the door open wide; it’s my daughter and a man; his face filled with slaughter and intrusive sin
He lunges at my son with a putrid grin, and stabs him with a crucifix, so I punch him and kick him, then pick up my son like an infant, and quickly run through the wind


I run holding my son passed burnt down cathedrals and hordes of foul people; thinking to myself: “I have to save my boy”
Then I realize he is one whose soul is desolate to any deadly sin; his respected death will bring the world faith and joy
BUT I CARE NOT! His cries for help make me cry myself, and I don't want to repeat when my wife had depart
Yet even his sister’s arrival was right on the mark; as he absorbs man’s sin; and dies in my arms…

“O’ How the Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away"...

***

Dear God,

"I thank you for answering my prayers, and restoring love, thus giving the world light under a reborn sun.
But there’s just one thing that I pray you’d give back O’Lord, and that’s the presence of my belov’ed

Son.”

In a heavenly world blessed with professed benevolence, replenished rebellions, and breathless elegance
Where men are never hesitant to repent as reverends, and teach their kin to respect the testaments
A man cries for God to bring his son back to life; for his essence plummets in plight
He cries for the boy that Heaven summoned to light: The Second Coming of Christ.


In a kingdom ruled by a malevolent tyrant - spreading his violence like the deadliest virus
Echos are heard from the crevice of silence - alas bellowing words are set to be rising
For in the distance General Tarsis is shedding light on his federal squadron of a grueling plot
To over-rule and trot the ruler gone - for in this land of famine - all they have is food for thought...

General Tarsis's Speech

As Revolutions governing wind brushes my skin - I come to amend this repugnant land with succulent lips
Dusk will begin the dawn of hundreds of men - when they apprehend my speech of trusting content
"Over the years - we've witnessed the king's tyranny reign - he was ruthless in execution and giving us pain
Well now - it's time for retribution in limitless ways - may our sorrow set sail and start drifting away
We are living astray from a quality life - the cause of this madness I pondered at night
It all started when his reign wandered upright - bringing forth darkness to squander our light
Spawning our plight till we were dogs in his sight - he poisoned our crops to leave us rotten in blight
He's the monarch of spite sparking the cardinal vice - with no regard for what's wrong and what's right
He has no honor or spine - when he calls us to fight - so on this final order we'll demolish his shrine
For all of the time he spent blocking our shine - will be paid for with the cost of his life
You're my army tonight - marching with might - keep the fire inside you sparking forever
For on this day when we embark and endeavor - you'll remember the date we conquered together
No more tarnishing weather will plague the skies - we'll sleep on clouds knowing it's safe at night
And our wives will experience a playful sight - when our children frolic on grass during graceful times
Keep that fate in mind - and we won't falter or lose - we will succeed I'm promising you
Let us march our feet to stop the abuse - for the voice of change is calling us troops...

Be Ready to charge and let loose..."

And so we solemnly march through this land of dictation - our souls filled with mass inspiration
Passing peasants of angst and starvation - for they felt the full effects of this famishing nation
We are The King's men - but this is an act of invasion - a channeling statement of grand assault
The hands of Revolution will grasp us all - when we arrive standing tall - to make his castle fall...

Soldiers...

Ready your weapons for in several seconds we'll be steadily stepping on the yard of his Kingdom
He has guards, archers, and marksman as defense - with enough fire power to harvest a spring sun
But we are the elite ones - rangers with a gift - they are the weak ones - strangers to their niche
So when I give word - begin aiming with intent - to take out the two men stationed at the bridge!
"FIRE!"...
And the enemies hit with marksman precision - but above Archer's are driven to start shooting their arrows
Quicker than thunder they begin hitting our numbers - so we swiftly advance to move from the peril
With wrath as our force - we blast through the door of the castle where guards are armed for attack
Yet my army is fast - at barraging a task - so we spark up a blast turning their armored squadron to scrap
Now we advance up flights of stairs till are sights are flared with Marksman blaring their muskets at us
Their remorseless fleet is intense as they murder a majority of my men - and render me covered in blood
But I'm not going to fold for I'm close to my goal - I could almost hear The King cower in his chambers
So as the proudest of traitors and foulest invader - I channel my anger on these scoundrels of danger!
Loading my musket with bullets - I trust it and pull it - murdering every marksman in the room
"Alas, we made it' I say to my staggering crew - It's time we open our majesty's tomb...

And so we open the door to where The King resides - prepared with his doom...

There was our King - hiding in shadows - frightened - defenseless to the crime I'll unravel.
"I stand before you you're majesty - bringing forth tragedy - for your reign will end tonight at the castle"
My men begin to celebrate - with destined grace - as I ready my musket for execution
But first things first I think in my twisted mind - for my lips have lied to you Brother's of Revolution...

And so in a twist of events - General Tarsis points his musket at his own men...

*BLAST*...

***

I have succumbed to my sin for I've killed all my gullible men - as my heart is filled with fire and brimstone
For my time has finally come - I've intertwined with the sun - as I reign over the sire and his throne
"I'm done following orders - I've abolished your quarters - and my army was light for seeking the darkness
Now I'll take your breath - and with your death - I'll rule over a new land - The Kingdom Of Tarsis!"

As General Tarsis murders the King with a maniacal laugh - the sky darkens marking his triumph alas
For as a tyrant has passed - a new one is born - one more relentless and vile than the last
He plans to reign for decades to come as a devilish one - as the clock ticks under his tower
For when his stomach growled in this land of famine - he was merely - Hungry For Power

As I look out the window pane, sin is flamed to the point where an inferno is cast
The fire spreads burning our flag - and scorches corpses till they're in an urn for their past
I've developed insomnia because I'm worried and sad - it's only a matter of time before my death is sealed
And I'm on the muddy floor left to squeal - this bloody war has scarred the nation - and it has yet to heal
The threat is real - set in steel and iron - breaths of spieling fire - demolishing our mahogany doors
A slaughtering force - with grenades and bombs for a war - invading our land without a thought of remorse
I could hear them on our course from miles away - harnessing their planet's pride in their grace
But why must they face us with such violent rage? Why must we be sentenced to death on this trial of hate?
I cry and I pray - for peace to flourish again - looking out the window - thinking when the torment will end
My core is in twists - at the sight of foreigners in the mist - blowing holes in the ground - forming a crypt
The sky is pouring with limbs of courageous soldiers - who carried boulders on there shoulders for us
I see the ones who are breathing loading their guns - trying to rebuttal with slugs next to puddles of blood
But they've succumbed to their hunt - their hunger and lust is that of gluttonous scum
A covenants rushed by the government's fund - but it's quickly turned into an abundance of dust
Now these robots roll on concrete roads - firing projectiles at our lofty homes
These rocky drones have been programmed by evil mechanics - to have a heart in an off beat zone
Not even children are spared on this day of tragedy - they're ripped apart by machine guns under the spring sun
They truly are the elite ones - with superior weaponry - plus they outnumber us ten to a meek one
There's nothing our world can produce to stop this madness - all our caskets are surely seen
I hear vivid screams of our unsung heros - as military tanks are blasted to smithereens
These our explicit scenes of the extinction of man - our hourglass has dropped it's last spec of sand
There is no miracle for blessing the land - for destiny has beckoned its plan
Technology has stepped to the stand - taking over the human race while we barely started running
The President has resorted to desperate measures - as he orders atomic bombs be dropped on the country
This is our hell dispersed in regime - for now the entire earth has been seized
I realize this is worse than any burning disease - as I look out the window - and witness Man Versus Machine

I am an Angel, precious from above, with a golden halo
I Love The God Of Israel, as he's my soul in solstice, keeping my heart controlled and able
I am bold and sacred, ancient in heaven's time, turning water to blood
I am the potter with gloves, holding nothing back when I'm offering love
I fly across with a dove, through iridescent skies, crucifix in my hand
Making people repent for their sins, no-one will transfix my demand
I exist for the chance, to help the earth as it rotates on God's axis
My work goes beyond passion, for I was there when The Lord dawned dragons
My wings expand with the color of white, no-one will stumble my might
For it is the sound of another's delight, that has God cometh with light
I am the sun in the night, casting away fire and brimstone
I am as pious as the known, until the trail of this globe
God has plans for all in hand, I will assure that through all the land
For I walk through the Valley of Death, as a shadowed man, for the beauty of the act of man
I create miracles, God's people have seen me give sight to the blind
I am righteous with time, serving God's light in divine
Satan serves hostility toward's The Lord Our Creator, as he goes into battle with a horde of his nature
I grab the sword that I savored, and as I'm flying slay a demon, with the force of a savior
This is Armageddon, the war is casted, alarming heaven
I never rest as God's heart and weapon, to verse Satan, and disarm his henchman
The seventh seal is opened, The four horsemen assist in The Apocalypse
Angels yell 'God will forever be omniscient', not a demon is missed through my Oculus
Angels soar through the skies, biblical beasts are unleashed to make a roar and a cry
Good vs. Evil, is a course that's arrived, for this is when opposite forces collide
God's light beckons throughout the earth, God's might then shakes the ground and dirt
People of the world repent on the grounds of church, for with God, they finally have found their worth
Satan has sought to retreat, rebuke's are said by me on his defeat
Heaven and earth are followed by glee, for they have conquered with peace
I am an Angel, serving for God on the earth, well prompted
Yet with all the vast war displayed, I might just turn to darkness.....

Vs.

My Art of Battling is stronger than a Charge of Calvary,
You call yourself the best? I Call that a Fallacy,
my pistol sounds like a dog Barking Angrily, Discharging Rapidly,
I corner the competition like Market Strategy…
Sharp Analogies, watch me Cock the Hammer you Stop and Stammer,
I Chop Cadavers with more blades contained than Helicopter Hangars,
Pinpoint position like Diagnostic Scanners identifying Chronic Cancer,
Catching motherfuckers out like Polygraphers,
Who’s the best at Dropping Chapters?
You? What an Idiotic Answer, What a Slander, you are Not a Factor,
Microscopic Stature - a speck of Cosmic Matter against Atomic Rapture,
Velociraptor Doppelganger you get your Oblongata Splattered,
Psychotic Battler with Bottled Anger, Top Commander,
Watch your Manners or get your Collar Fractured,
You’re gonna get this work – look at how the Jobless Gather,
I throw MCs aside like Tossing Wrappers, compared to me you’re just a Comic Actor…
Invincible with Lyricals, I’m a sick Criminal that drinks Chemicals,
Rip you in the Physical, flip Individuals like Reciprocals,
my knife sharper than the Visuals for high Definitional Digital…
My unpredictable Compositionals are impossible to Classify,
Rapid Rhyme Samurai, I break you down like tryna Factorize when Math Applied,
Half your Lines Antagonize the other half are Standard Lies…
Amplify the Voltage Effect, stick Bolts in your Neck that look like Frankenstein Awoke from the Dead,
No one’s Exempt, going toe to Toe with the Best? Opponents Fold in a Sec,
Showing Contempt, Focused with Threats, destroy everything like swarms of Locusts and Pests…

The Original Rhymeborg - plastic silica in my endoplasmic reticula,
With a lifespan to match Nutricula, I snap fibula till it hang perpendicular,
Your style is actually minima, it lacks effect like classical cinema.
In particular, your style is boring us all,
You’re horribly poor, my bank statement contains 4 times more commas than yours,
Probable cause, motherfucker drop to the floor, I am the law,
Start up the saw, the Marshal of war will carve through your jaw until you’re forced to withdraw,
You marvel the form, I point out your obvious flaws,
I’m constantly raw, its genocidal the way I exterminate pathetic rivals,
Throw me in the mix I’ll hit the semi-finals with a quick bien jugado to you bitch Americanos,
Make you wish for deaths arrival, apply pressure to cerebrospinal, then split your water head with a lever rifle,
Shred your vitals, the form is perfect like geometric spirals.
No reprisal, wait a moment and I’ll fillet this lame opponent,
Get your brains shot - you’re a rain drop trying to displace the ocean,
Your display was hopeless, straight atrocious, better off trying to cultivate a lotus within a plague of locusts,
What I states ferocious, make your kids play with clay explosives.
Not even staying focused, just deliver lyric message with the sickest methods,
The king of rhyme grows tired of this simple peasant, I dismiss your presence,
Rip your tendons in a millisecond, give you hope until your will is strengthened right before your intercepted,
People supporting you trying to make a quick investment better get a risk assessment,
Your chance of a win is a slim percentage, and your sisters pregnant,
You are pale - I am iridescent, each limb is fully independent and capable of killing legends,
Against me? You better take the Fifth Amendment.

I’m a bio-militant handling complex reactions and diverse stimulus,
I saw people writing about “Flow” don’t they know my hydrosynthesis?
Battling me? You must be smoking psychostimulants, you would be better off smoking nitro-glycerine,
You battling me is like a diabetic going into shock without their glycol-insulin,
Because I rhyme ridiculous with no right equivalent, my styles so intricate it forms inside a chrysalis,
My status supermassive - Your status is a micro-increment,
You’re just a minor irritant; I despise your insolence,
Losing against this sideshow participant? I can’t accept the thought - my mind shows dissonance,
Someone wrote I was light that’s typo isn’t it? They meant tight because I’m the maestro killing it,
You won’t believe what your eyeball’s witnessing, burn the optics from the socket like a light bulb filament,
The wolves are out and nightfalls imminent,
This life forms illiterate what you write shows ignorance,
We might go into it, but I prefer to stay neutral like Ireland or Switzerland,
My lines are limitless - you could spend years burning written text to disc with ISO imaging.
Twice as strong as diamond silicon, let’s get one thing clear I am not like you,
You want to battle? Meet me at high noon inside the air tight vacuum.
Or in a high tech classroom, I have to teach you a grave lesson,
The cross breed hitting warp speed firing a space weapon to split you into sagittal plane sections,
Strike with the force of eight consecutive freight engines, your face looks like you constantly taste lemons,
I smoke the finest product you just scrape resin from yesterdays session,
I grow tired of the strange presence of this lame peasant, in a contest of seven people you came seventh.

My style is emphatic, highly advanced with the rhyming dynamics,
You try minimizing the damage, your life is a challenge,
My mind is unified - yours is a slice of a fragment,
Disorganized - psychosomatic, undetailed like some kind of schematic,
My writing is balanced; I aggressively boast with a measured approach,
You study my technical notes, your pathetic, a joke.
The best of zygote –
Bayonet to your throat, split you down a center line and disconnect your mind,
Your style is hormonal - I think it’s best described as endocrine,
You probably feel objectified.
I started with an impressive climb and finished in an endless prime,
I’ve perfected rhyme, break you down in record time when strength applied,
It will take your finest effort just to test my lines and you will face resistance like an isometric exercise.
I have no set design. I just improve and get better under the stress of evolutionary pressure,
Remove you defenders, you better choose to surrender,
I challenge your claims like an insurance assessor and disprove your conjecture.
The apex predator super aggressor, I do it for leisure,
Who’s the contender? Throw me the next opponent,
I perplex opponents when my threats are focused, and detest opponents who attempt to test my focus,
Your chances are less than hopeless, with an intelligence quotient that drops even at this very moment.
My best components are deadly and potent, vector strains infect your brain - you go inanimate,
The Pro-protagonist, I’ll murder you and your co-inhabitants,
Your only advocate is your psychoanalyst, trying to stop the best? I’m not impressed, what you show’s inadequate.

My skillset is sharper. The spiritual father to millions of authors and literary scholars.
On a mission to conquer until your final will is dishonored.
What I’ve written is dogma, it transcends simple limitations of genre.
I’ll kill your supporters. The way I efficiently cut through your roster you’d think I was officially sponsored by big-industry loggers.
Simply, I’m smarter. My position is stronger than vehicular armor,
It marks a significant departure from these other submissions of fodder.
My word is vivid and implicitly chartered, it’s like a mixture of the Magna Carta and Scandinavian saga.
You sit there and ponder in conditions of squalor awaiting the final bliss of nirvana.
Witness the horror, I make you describe the event like a personal injury lawyer.
You’re the type of person to pass someone in the street and tip your Fedora.
Just don’t even bother. There is no chance for you to defeat me when focused.
I grow tired of all those recently quoted, would need to clone myself to find a decent opponent.
Your appearance was noted and then dismissed perfectly, you can’t tire of these recurring themes,
Each line constructed urgently with a fervent speed - the surplus exceeds 10 to the power of 303,
I’m disturbing the peace, you disperse from the scene,
Rhyme is mine - I own the majority, the deed and the purchase receipt.
In other terms, if you search for the beef I’ll serve you extra-sized portions,
Your style is best described often as the early onset of boredom,
You should exercise caution because I pressurize organs.
I only insult opponents with a sense of decorum, and set alight forums with impressive rhymes that exemplify ‘Awesome.’
Step aside you’re done, because my train of thought could turn your brains to naught,
Compared to me you’re like a grain of salt.
I remain appalled at your basic faults, and shouldn’t have to explain it all.
But let’s explain how I’ll break your skull with bare hands driving nails through your cranial wall.
I’ll fillet your corpse in ways that could confuse and impress a professional sushi chef,
I’m truly a threat. While your self-opinion suffers from the Dunning-Kruger effect.
You only present the illusion of depth like a parallax or parallel lines,
Each paragraph of battle rap has a patent design,
The most vigorous word deliverist with a handful of rhymes for any language and time.

I fit the nomenclature of a known crusader,
Associated with holding sabres, crossbows and rapiers,
Keep a hidden shank in my fitted cap like the Oakland Raiders (as shown by Neighbor).
You fold like paper when I pick apart your broken nature,
Criticizing every facet of your own behavior.
Your skill is like an ice cube - mine is like a frozen glacier so grand in stature it could span the whole equator.
Unloading chambers to change your skull into a smoking crater.
My style is basically excessive hyperbole designed perfectly,
My grammar is fine and I write with a dire Certainty, the rhymes in each line can fry thermally your mind circuitry.
I write with a wide diversity, Vulgar would describe it as a Persian caravan adventure from Samarkand to Mecca.
You’re just a basement dweller, your Grandma’s cellar is your hacienda.
My style is precise at catching errors like a tax assessor.
This is task force Kappa Delta - we’re reading active sensors in the Alpha sector, wait Zygote has escaped, activate all Satnav antennas.
I come in peace like an open handed gesture, and then thrash pretenders because frankly I'm better.
Unbeatable like an acapella, defeat opponents at my leisure and mute you like flash suppressor.
Raw enough to give you salmonella, attack defences in half a second to completely smash your center.
You’re a badly tempered transgendered sex offender clad in leather,
You make me sick – I’ll need an Alka-Seltzer just to stand your presence.
Put opponents under massive pressure like a trash compressor,
I grow tired with your bland conjecture, what you craft is boring,
What I craft is habit forming, it should come with flashing warnings.
Without resorting to a moderate effort I could have every novelist bettered with one dominant sentence.
I’m as consistent as dead man referencing coffees and breakfast and psychological pressures.
My cognitive ventures are incredibly handled, my pseudo-intellectual technical babble can leave VERITAS baffled.
Aggressively smack you, I create the kind of things you could not produce,
The rhyme technique makes CopyPat appear like Dr. Seuss. This is child’s play like halftime orange juice and soccer boots,
So give me my proper dues or I’ll give your chest a target, I know more rhymes than Pancakebrah knows different independent artists.
My skill set is the sharpest in every single department I kill the competition market.
Regardless of your pathetic attempts I press onwards with an aggressive intent,
Study my opponents with a sense of contempt, their efforts to beat me are ineffective at best.

My villainous melody. Starts with concealing identity. With mischievous therapy from infamous weaponry
Move an inch - and you’re hell bent.
You’ll get hit with so many leg kicks you’d think the crest of my family tree was related to millipedes
Read Leviticus sentence three, the antithesis section reads: ZYG extraterrestrial centipede with a predator ancestry
Even Certain could edit these with no sense of worth in my pedigree.
By reading my syllabus semblance, you could sense of resemblance of Hemingway meshed with Ovechkin.
You’re a nickles worth, a penny. Hey, If you even sensed to breach my synthetic seed
You’d be welcomed and greeted, seldom by an excess of mental themes where you die quickly yet dreadfully
It’d be like Professor X embedded a present scene, central dream where your watermelon gets plopped on the leather seats in a Continental stretch limousine like President Kennedy
I study at Harvard with an asynchronous
mantra. If you want to, I could levitate your bravada
One exhale from my lungs, and this UFO could start consuming your chakra.
I’m amusing. My musical genre is so confusingly soothing, a nudist would want to put on clothes while sifting on through it.
I could transform Italiana and go Jersey shore on you primadonnas
Commence to unnerve and break your vertebrae, with a fork in your column like I’m scooping noodles and pasta
Don’t even expect to perplex me with your princess pencil writtens
ZYGs an insect with a no sex quintessence.
I’m a known threat in question. Intercepting homing thread signal threats, once my only index finger lifts.
This just in, Unidentified Flying Object, has identified itself as a specialized rhyming project.
It’s moving it’s legs and arms aside. We can’t recognize or derive its logic
Roger! it’s been alive. Now spying prospect - Oh God, it just synthesized a virus confect!
You’re the type to overdramatize a sinus infection. I’m highly respected on Earth.
You could describe my dialect as widely observed.
Your style is best described as infant child crying at birth.
I’m the doctor just prying, and urging your mother to cut the umbilical cause suicide isn’t worth it.
Do or die. An animal. Warning, this prototypes appetites unhurling
Everything I analyze from you is absurd. if I vandalize with forewarning
It’ll absolutely be agonizingly disturbing. I could even have your pastor give a sermon as I eat you, it’ll be like sacrificing virgins.
Sing a lullaby, as I paralyze surgeons. I’m a tantalizing figure. With mammoth sized verbage
Offer sacrament wine. While I damage a satellites orbit. You’re a candle light, soft wick
I’m a roboman of rhyme rawness. Dynamic line thwarter, emphatic metafive monster.
Gigantic hydraulic. metastasize this Galvanic. Ironic.
It’s the romantic eye-popper. Valentines’ chocolate versus the organic samurai with atomic nuclei ions
I satisfy fanatics. On an organized crime ladder. Prioritize to vulcanize volcanic lye sulfur,
it’s the titanic dive surfer and I glamorize mechanicized war slaughter.
Canibus’s father author poor pauper. Insanity when worlds darken
Canonize a corpse crusher. Fantasize. My swords sharpen. Sanitize the warm water before dumping a swarm of old scholars
Organize a organ grinder to vocalize my psych ultra.
Deposit slides of white soda to a phosphorous slime your mind opens.
Explosive geyser. Like Vulgars type. Euthanize you vultures ripe.
I’m Boisterous. The color striped poltergeist with a thunder bolt consciousness.
ZYG’s occult commas drift. To an Oxford full conduit. Karmas lulled. Plotting twist to traumatize a cultures confidence.
I’ll pilot a plane crash, while I swallow your cadaver. Prominent brain splatter over your particle gray matter.

Cro-Magnon, you’re under-evolved, I’ll send a drone pattern to your stone cavern,
Turn your home planet into whole fragments.
You’ll get your bones flattened. Defeating me? It won’t happen like something that won’t happen.
It’s like a brick in the ocean trying to struggle to swim, or a fish on land running with fins like a couple of limbs.
You chance of coming up with a win doesn’t exist like something that doesn’t exist.
What I craft is frightening - my class of writing should be described as “Frankenstein-ing.”
I’ll snatch your life chi twice as fast as flashing lightning,
Beating me is unlikely like beating something that’s unlikely.
You don’t want to be within my vicinity when resuming hostilities,
The best known epitome of written prose with efficiency,
With the best skill hooked up to a treadmill in a lunar facility to track motor agility and neuronal activity.
You call me sick so consistently pathologists check for immunodeficiencies.
Your skill is limited to your hopeless ability - my skill is over infinity,
You beating me? It’s such a low probability that there’s no possibility.
Go ahead and mobilize civilians, I’ll override positions with a motorized division,
Polarize opinions - split opponents into two like mitosis, splicing, fission.
My whole design is brilliant. Under tight controlled conditions I’m known to fry your system.
My newest method is like fuel injected motorcycle pistons -
I keep things moving with a codified precision like a poltergeist had risen.
Challenging me is the same as booking a weekend holiday only to spend the whole two nights in prison -
You’ll have a horrible time. Each one of my dominant lines has an ergonomic design,
Formed from a logical mind with micro-processors inside, each one is automated to find the optimal rhyme.
You pray to god for a sign, you get the reply - don’t bother to try.
My cognitive field will make you drop and then kneel, begging me to stop as you yield.
You are just a cog in a wheel for a cog in a wheel. My style’s been supreme since people called cars automobiles.
Do not even appeal, this is my court,
Force majeure until you’re forced to withdraw.
You beating me? That’s a ridiculous thought, you’re a paper thin wall trying to halt an irresistible force.
My rhyme’s classified as consistently-raw, your rhyme’s classified as fictional-false.
I witness your simple response with a wistful remorse -
like “I should have challenged someone else,”
Hunt opponents like I’m hunting elk, use your tongue as a pelt in a studded belt.
You’re better than me? Go fuck yourself.
There’s no sense to debate.
My method is great, I’m the best in this place and keep emphasizing the point like a decimal place.
Beat your effeminate face until you’re a specialist’s case.
Breaking you down into a chemical state.
Supercomputers don’t possess enough processing space to even contemplate the effort it takes for you to begin testing my pace.
Step up to the plate. I’m a murderous verbalist, the verbiage large.
I’ll knock you so far out of the park that you land on the surface of Mars.
I touch opponents and they fold up like convertible cars. You touch opponents and they thank you for the perfect massage.
It’s the return of the Czar. My style is refined like observing some art and describing the thing as ‘post-conservative noir.’
You’re a Saint Bernard and a carp – I’m a Cerberus dog and a circling shark.
I’ve disposed of so many opponents I deserve a reward, a long service award from all the Earth’s morgues and emergency wards.
My purpose is war and I’m purchasing arms. Battle the gote? Better hope there’s a merciful god.

If you claim you’ll win, that’s a gaffe, a blunder,
I apply pressure to your vital points like performing acupuncture,
You make me ask in wonder what else can this faggot muster?
Your best lines crash and suffer like; “H-Hi, I’m into WOW and p-p-painting War Hammer sculptures, c-c-can I have your n-number?”
You have a massive stutter. That’s the end of today’s discussion. What is your major malfunction?
Battling me? You’ll get your cranium punctured, you think I can’t win? That’s a fallacious assumption.
My style’s like crayfish or something - raw enough to give your small intestine indigestion, cause a misdirection in your cerebellum,
Since your girlfriend never gets attention, it begs the question - how exactly did you catch that strep infection?
What you offer is boring me. It’s just constant monotony.
I’ll defeat any of your possible offerings with a cross-doctrinal slaughtering,
Like if the doctrine’s economy - I possess a market monopoly on all forms of this mastery,
If the doctrine’s philosophy - I disregard your awkward hypotheses and illogical oddities.
If the doctrine’s psychology - I’m a cognitive war machine, you get a course filled with thorazine for trying to spar with me consciously.
If the doctrine is policy - my style reigns supreme with a sovereign authority and lawful autonomy.
You claim you’re the greatest? Retract that statement and issue a formal apology,
My style is masterful artistry, your styles a comical novelty.
If you happen to beat me? Call it an anomaly.
You should obviously not proceed.
Because my lines are elite and defy all belief, don’t even try to compete with these rhyming techniques.
The Tyrant of Greece. Highlander chief. Refuting your biased beliefs with the slightest critique.
You’re consigned to defeat.
Dominant style, defeating me is like crawling for miles as your arms decompile -
An impossible trial, I’ll have you coughing up bile in the pharmacy aisle.
All of the while onlookers look on in dismay at the forceful display,
Stick a sword in your brain as your organs decay.
Call it a day. If you like I could explain in the new sort of way,
Like…Rhyme rhyme rhyme rhyme. I’m a rhyme rhyme that rhymes with the rhyme. In paragraph format. My rhyme rhyme is rhyme rhyme. Random word - Doormat. Rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme. I’m a something something pop culture reference. I could something your something with at least three rhymes in every possible sentence. Tumultuous. Preference. Sculpturing crevice, I could rupture a tennis with this blunder checked vengeance. Love for my breakfast. I’m a something something whatever. rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme, blah blah. Forever. Refer to myself. Third person. OK? Impressive display. rhyme rhyme rhyme. nonsensical phrase. I do something something. I am something something. I begin each sentence with I. I just somethinged a something - it doesn’t matter it rhymed. I could something another thing, this doesn’t make sense. rubber bake, summer lake, drummer fake, shutter brake, zucker vate, dense, immense, offense, fence, intense, dispense. I did something absurd because I’m absurd. I’m the rhyming word that could rhyming word your rhyming word. Emphatic. Punctuation. I could punctuate a punctured ape. More emphatic. Punctuation. Fullstops are better than commas. A long complicated multiple rhyme. Irrelevant. Sauna. Switch to the other multiple rhyme. The set up was nice. The follow up was an unrelated line with another long complicated multiple rhyme.
You’ll come to understand it in time. Until then don’t mention me and hypocrite in the same context together,
Or I’ll bombard your center until you drop from the pressure.

This is a guest specialist lecture that you better remember, there’ll be a test worth 100% at the end of semester.
First, get it together, challenging me is not an adventurous venture, it’s a pathetic endeavor.
Any attempt is an error.
Wherever whenever I sever contenders, every competitor’s lesser.
I’m a billionaire - you’re a beggar,
The aggressive oppressor, I target your temple like Nebuchadnezzar,
Your wounds infect and then fester, you’ll get beheaded, dismembered.
This is chess against checkers, respect your intellectual elder.
I pressure the center and then accept your surrender,
Out rhyming me is an unlikely dream like finding a chest full of treasure with a metal detector.
“Zygote is not the best!” - I reject that conjecture,
My best has yet to be measured with conventional methods.
I sweep opponents aside with an effortless gesture.
The Executive Censor reciting eloquent maxims to the Plebeian masses,
My rhetoric’s classic - each memorable adage can render you frantic with an envious panic.
Every sentence emphatic. I far surpass your irrelevant transcripts.
My temperament is to experiment, I test and examine.
Your temperament resembles sediment and stands as a testament to a sense of inaction.
You’re weak, decrepit and passive, I’ll defeat your supporters with an aggressive advance and envelopment tactics.
My prefrontal development massive, make your face resemble an impressionist’s canvas.
You’re simply outmatched, our literal gap is a desolate vastness of a size that’s yet to be fathomed.
By comparison you’re less than an angstrom. You must be as dense as a molecular lattice to think you’re better than average.
Are you chemically imbalanced? Mentally challenged?
You’re up against a zealous fanatic. My method is madness - one session will turn your therapist into a melodramatic hysterical manic.
I press the advantage. Court is in session it’s your Honor presiding -
Now arise for the all defying awe inspiring stalwart of rhyming.
Comparing you to me is like comparing crystal quartz to a diamond.
I’m an organism that can crush your organs with the force of fault lines colliding.
As tough as cephalopod chitin.
The top position is filled so don’t bother applying,
Facing me is like facing down a band of northern Vikings or a clan of Hunnic horsemen riding towards where you’re hiding.
Upon arriving you feel feeble and nervous as your position increasingly worsens,
Every reasonable person agrees with the assertion that your defeat will be certain.
You’re seemingly worthless, I target the flanks when I start the attack,
This is a Volkswagen car vs a tank, a single dollar vs the vault of a bank.
You can’t match my hierarchical rank.
The Patriarch’s back, your initial submission was foolishly worded,
You’re challenging a brutal usurper. It’s clear even to the most neutral observer that you’re soon to be murdered.
Aggressive rhymes act as a precursor to an all-out collision -
You went all out with a submission that was an out and out fiction, so get it all out of your system or I’ll put you out of commission.
You claim you can fuck me up? “Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion.”
Man, I’m the apex in this animal kingdom. Astounding precision, leave you disorientated like Alzheimer’s symptoms.
I denounce competition. A Vandal chief rampaging through your castle keep with no merciful thoughts spared,
Off on a tear, I capture and pillage like a Barbary corsair.
Trauma and warfare, all opponents are left gawking there with a thousand yard stare.
So step in the square with the self-aware software.
A debonair extraordinaire so far beyond all the norms.
According to law my creative defamation causes such bodily harm that it's a tortious wrong.
My corporeal form is remarkably evolved - your corporeal form belongs in a primordial swamp.
If you believe you can defeat me - your logic is flawed.
Thinking you’re skilled? You’re an autistic savant without the savant.
You’re just a fraud. I’ll discharge millions of watts until your nervous system shuts off.

Battling me is the height of danger,
Before proceeding you’ll need to sign a waiver and a five page disclaimer.
My style is like a semibreve, yours is like a semiquaver - it’s clear that mine is greater.
I’m a rhyme creator with such a fine design it’s like each line is tailored,
The kind of mind you keep inside a cryochamber.
Your life’s a failure. I despise your terrified behavior.
To repeat: you must sign the liability clause before beginning this introductory course.
You’re a nobody - an insignificant pawn up against the king of this board,
I disregard your assault with a dismissive response.
Killing you off by swinging a sword with more individual torque than an infinite source of physical force.
Your continuous struggle with the simplest thoughts is an unbearable spectacle.
I’m the G.O.A.T. with the acronym serial, and I’m the 7.15.1.20 with the alphanumerical.
Smashing your pedestal, as dangerous as open flames near flammable chemicals.
My craft is impeccable.
What you craft is adequate, acceptable, but in comparison it’s actually terrible.
You’re trying to battle the perennial adversarial language professional,
That is hysterical. Challenging me? Incomprehensible.
You act as a receptacle for gang banging homosexuals – you carry more semen in your gastrointestinal tract than a hundred men carry in their testicular sacs.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’ve grown accustomed to defeating such queer opponents,
You must be huffing robitussin or be in a state of post-concussion to believe you could overcome my deepened focus.
I’ll beat you until your hemoglobin hematoma, I’ll beat you until all hell freezes over.
I’ll beat you until you cease your motor functions, my modus operandi is to murder in battle.
There’s no discussion. My style completely surrounds you like a circular angle.
I’m extraordinary, generate hype like a celebrity scandal, you’re merely average like a representative sample.
Your existence is worthless, a shamble. You’ll get your best verses dismantled.
This is a perfect example of the Hegelian conflict: if you make a statement I’ll refute it with such reasonable logic that we’ll both agree on it.
Compared to me you seem like novice.
While we’re keeping things honest, if someone said that it seems that you’re complex what they really mean is you’re nonsense.
You’re getting beaten, demolished, defeated and admonished with each repeated performance, like…
You’re a stenographer - I’m a professional lawyer.
You’re a rain drop - I’m a torrent of water.
You’re an interstate tourist - I’m a 15th century explorer.
You’re a bandwagoning fan - I’m an overzealous supporter.
You’re a male nurse - I’m specialist doctor.
You’re a pat on the head - I’m a brain hemorrhaging trauma.
You’re a wasteland - I’m the pleasant Bahamas.
You’re a microwave - I’m an infrared sauna.
You’re a crawling baby - I’m a Gold medalist vaulter.
You’re the prime minister of Tajikistan - I’m president Obama.
You’re a struggling playwright - I’m a bestselling author.
Basically, I’m better than you in every conceivable way. No person alive can conceive of a way in which you could defeat me. OK?
You voluntarily battled? You must be insane.
Not to mention the fact that you’re seemingly gay, meaning the way that you seem would appear to be gay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that - I can even wreck you with call-backs,
Step on my warpath and you’ll get ejected like launchpads.
I’ll pressure your thorax, step on your chest like a doormat.
Defeat you on televised broadcast until you beg for redemption like Shawshank,
I’m better across any genre or specialized format.
Impressive with words, the Patriarch here like the Orthodox Church.
You’re just a peasant, a serf. An insignificant individual living in a Mongolian Yurt -
In terms of comparing our relative worth: I’m the cover of Forbes and you’re covered in dirt.
You defeat me? That’s fucking absurd.

“I eat, eat, eat, eat, mc’s” - you’re just a herbivore.
I treat rhyming like a fervent cause,
Possess more power than a multipurpose core with a surge strong enough burn the cords connected to your circuit board.
Bringing you these words galore. My literary terms enthrall,
As classic as a work of lore describing epic journeys and otherworldly wars.
My skill level builds - urban sprawl.
Your skill level is no more - curtain call.
Defeating you is such a tiresome burden, an unworthy chore,
I’d rather leave your verse ignored, but let’s first explore the way you leave observers appalled.
You nervously stall as all your false assertions fall,
While I prosecute opponents – Attorney-at-law when I serve the court.
I make it seem easy but the degree of difficulty is absurdly tall and the margin for error is inversely small -
The Hungarian, French and Japanese judges all gave me a perfect score.
Leave your jaw on the surface of the curb on the floor.
Furthermore, my superior material is delivered in sidereal time,
I redefine my design then redesign paradigms. You’re merely decent with rhymes, you can’t keep up with mine.
Your half-hearted attempt will be your demise.
Battling me will make your life insurance premium rise -
Consent to dangerous terms is reasonably implied by the nature of the words within each of my lines.
You’re defeated. Resign. Exit with some dignity left, or continue to battle and get ripped into shreds,
I’m skilfully deft, consistently the best and brilliantly blessed, the top 1% on every single ability test.
Hit twice with the right then switch to the left, you’re a bitch and chivalry’s dead.
Your inefficient attempt at an imminent threat was quickly addressed.
A statement stating you’re good can be simply expressed as a statement that just isn’t correct.
My given intent is to destroy aspiring rivals,
Your style is hardly vital - mine is archetypal with an archive titled: “GOD’S ARRIVAL.”
My lines are like a karmic cycle – repetitive yet differently formed. Make you tremble and pause.
If you threaten me harm you’re getting disarmed by the president’s guard.
I’ll pressure your squad until it’s only one on one like a penalty shot.
I let my weapon discharge before a second has gone. You’ll get severed apart before you can even attempt to respond.
And when you arrive in hell you can send my regards.
I’m exceptionally calm, my presence is large and causes hectic alarm.
A chemical professional with no ethical qualms.
You don’t understand where you went wrong.
Did it ever occur that I’m simply better with words? Destroy your pathetic façade.
The punches you throw feel like a gentle massage.
Objectively, I’m as authoritative as case filled with precedent, facing me is willfully negligent -
Someone else said you’re the best? That’s inadmissible evidence.
You question my temperament? I’m a written perfectionist, an artificial intelligence performing skilful experiments.
My style is vicious and eloquent with a singular emphasis on simple aggressiveness.
Challenging me? You’ll need rehabilitation specialists like physiotherapists.
Your position is tenuous. It resembles drinking while pregnant the way I kill your development.
What I deliver is effortless. What you delivers’ irrelevant.
I make you do a spit take. Battling me? You’ll find that it’s mistake.
My food for thought is twice your daily dietary intake -
My style’s a five course meal, your style resembles vegetable soup.
You against me is like sending recruits against professional troops.
I’m better than you. Every time we battle you’re predestined to lose stuck in a repetitive loop.
If you claim you’re superior you’re not telling the truth