The game is can the doc Turn Mountains to molecules?
How am I to lose, when lotsa fools, cant spot the jewels?
Her blood brought the beef, my wife died in the street
Best friend obsolete, her rotting body baked in the heat,
hari kari, no time to bury, just know my tears were bittersweet
fears of the fleet, of Antichrist’s decreed deceit
rpg’s beat, upon my home’s bricks as they rocked the sheet
many survivors flocked to me, it was a wise retreat
but their spies run deep, so I surmised a plan to compete,
complete surprise, exercised replete, with bugged out receipt,
as I ducked out sipping the sweet…..
nectar of failed martyr: turned avenger, in the Forrest’ epicenter,
always been a warrior, knew the sword from the placenta
but their hordes of marked drones roam the skies with sight much better
needed a disguise for the fire in my eyes that tried to numb me forever
so I sojourned on west, with a past I was unable to sever,
Dreamed of her, crying out to saver her, from the evil artillery
Flashing back to the good times of sex and Sam Adams distillery
The cold and hunger would always make reality filled in me
Lone wolf, alone and aloof, fuck if you was feeling me
I would kill the beast’ army easily……
Until one day when I was fasting within a snowy mountain cave
I was ambushed by 10 soldiers now knowing they found my grave
But my sword was lightning, showing the fountain that sprayed
Out of a neck to the nine who reached for their senses
I cut up five as I ran out and breached their defenses
Six pursued amidst a drone providing overwatch
I parkoured till I was trapped reciting how cold it’s not
The reality was I was surrounded and their rifles were drawn
I heard my wife whisper, “True Survival is in the Bible’s respawn”
As the bullets pierced me I smiled, and kept traveling on….
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