Through weaves of infrastructure, I've built a repertoire ,
So rest a sure to rep the core of dispositions at our nations door.
>Okay, decent opener. Kind of stumbled over the figurative language in the second line, "rep the core" is badly worded, it's "rest-assured", and dispositions means moods/ outlooks/ a person's essential make-up. so im kinda lost in the vagueness
Hold the chord- strumming death is just an open chore,
Laid in depth, I paid respect with wounds of an open sore.
>good, didn't like "open chore"
Living legend where bibles recite for pensions,
Heaven with hecklers, clanking through various dimensions.
>second line was very strong but "bibles recite for pensions" is bad grammar and wording.
A breathing section where the smoke seems to clear intentions,
Leaving mentions for acceptance a denied state of presence.
>irregular rhythm
A lonely peasant tho the path I shadow S'mine to bear,
I mind to share so my past is vague to those who strive to care.
>forced rhymes everywhere in this bar
Minus pairs - which leaves us as single delegates
We can all thrive but feeding lies leaves u desperate.
Like taro myths, my palm will give you death as a settlement,
the future That i bring and hold- i keep completely separate.
>taro myths was dope
"As followers of the book,
He who spoke with gods tongue- befriend the acts of lucifer.
Bleeding the ounce of memories,
Treading deaths company,
Bitter lonely and cold"
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the states relenquish their load on the meek n' the desperate
leeching off innocence till they bleed their possesions,
the screaming, the heckling, it wont lead to repentance.
you need to seek new dimensions to percieve my perspective.
break free from opression by any means neccesary,
because it's we who decides whats needed or temporary.
>the above was okay but vague
i'm leading the blind till this smokescreen tarries
so I don't fall prey to deciet and proceed to perish.
and if you cherish your freedom, kids study your rights,
cuz when the day arrives you'll all have to get up & fight.
see, we're the calmest at night but it's not cuz we're sleeping
we're just channeling thoughts past our process of thinking,
i hope when the sun arises, we no longer see out the eyes of heathens
but that a fire ignites inside us and give our lives new meaning.
>liked the ender
He knew the only way of acknowledgement...
Was to pass foes of the darkest of souls,
Remissible prose that bowed an arrow thru foes.
Timeless- capsule closed reaching for a purpose is deemed,
A self act in between Hell's Kitchen where it's never said of what's seen.
A settling scheme that cleans the minds of the free,
Tending to bent iron that speaks a language death silently treats.
He knew not to weep for weakness held an abominable weight,
Classical traits that prey'd into the shadowing wait.
Practical phase that lent hands to peel the nails shallowly straight,
Unraveling displayed that bellowed a soul 6 ft. To it's fate.
Pardon the wake but this dream is spiraling to a mess,
Somebody find the hex to take without taking a breath.
Scoundrel of death, I await for my binge of acceptance,
Wrap time with a vengeance and spear god for some leverage.
A shadow that's headless no one shakes me to be separate,
So I lay uncontested no strings to model- I'm helpless.
That's the feeling I'm left with cause judgement is played,
We have the right to bare arms but with the same sex it's reckless.
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My brother knew whats right and was raised to stand firm,
So being gay led him to see my father sooner I've learned.
So today I churn and let the smoke cry wolf in his urn,
And follow suite for true love- sometimes you gotta let it burn.
R.I.P Michael Swanson
The gayest man I knew but the proudest father of 3 adopted girls and loving partner since gay rights came a thing of blessing!
Miss ya Bro!