DRAGON BLIZZARD~~

[Lindel]

There's a river where my mother was murdered and left for dead -
where the fish nibbled her body 'til the blood wasn't as red...
brown stains on the rocks, too exhausted to run again...
I was just hiding inside a log that was up and around the bend.

men surrounded her carcass...one yelled to the other, "FIND HIM!"
I could see it was me they wanted; dogs barked as he jogged behind 'em.
heart pulsing, stomach was climbin'...pleasant day - but I was tired...
emotionally distraught; my mama's gone and I was cryin'...
we were just mindin' our own, walkin' the rocks we always did
papa had gone to hunt... me and mom took the day to fish..

Thunder crash...no muzzle flash, I must've been lookin' away from them,
I couldn't see where it came from, mom stepped until her face was in -
directly touching the riverbed...nose inside of the pebbles,
red swirls inside my reflection when I tried to bend to her level
I was growling with pain and misery, more thunder; the rocks went skittering
I wanted to fight for her, but flight was all that was gripping me..
running was breaking free, and I found that hollowed out stump...
I jumped inside, I was just hiding...and I could smell the aroma of skunk
men were rifling through the trees, their rifles cradled in a hug,
I heard an angry one say the words, "They go for $8,000 a cub..."

Mama laid there bleeding, my heart screaming, papa is gone...
remembering the hole I saw in her head, how the look of her steps was wrong
I'd never forget the fall on a summer day... it felt nightmarishly long
the skunk ran in the open and everything went slow motion - anxiety for the dogs.
because they tracked me to that rodent...but then they made it spray...
as the men shouted at their hounds...their hands waved in dismay.
I laid there for days...

When I finally left my post? It wasn't much of her left...
The men had left her to rot - the vultures got at her best.
I didn't get to say bye...and those men don't think I care,
they just wanted me for their circus...I woulda hated it there
I simply sat and I stared - her splattered brain on the rocks,
I just wanted so bad to walk away with my mom...
summer sun on my fur... salmon caught in my jaw...
now I'm going down river all alone as I walk,
scared of everything, skittish, from the hope that I've lost.
dreams of kisses, sleepy cuddles, things a mama bear does,
but they made a boy a man when they got me to run.

Walking into the gym, the inherent rush
Overcomes as I’m drunk on the sweat and blood
Fighters bounce on their toes with the weight of a feather
The heavy bag swings, more duct tape than leather
It’s not all nostalgia when the gloves are off
It wasn't every day that my father would love his job
We were the hidden family that he chose to hide
And everything seemingly changed just overnight
He came home, hurt, and started losing his head
With wounds so deep that Vaseline couldn’t protect
He flipped tables and broke lamps, I was fearful in his presence
Smashing mirrors to avoid ever seeing his reflections
Cursing both the serpent and himself for heeding the advice
Eyebrow bleeding at the side, knuckles red raw, steeping them in ice
At the time I was confused, why enter the home in such a venomous tone
Newspapers wrote, he turned friend to a foe, street fighting his mentor and coach
Stories entwined with lies and I just wanted the truth
Why he followed the group spearheaded by George Washington Duke
From that point, it all changed, it was the trouble and pressure
What happens to a paper champ who’s always under the weather?
See when I was young, I’d see my dad take the easy path and I’ve got to know
What unfolds if pops had chose to stick it out on the rocky road?
And now I’m here, I feel the air, the fact is this is home
My heart beating in rhythm with the slapping skipping ropes
It’s been about 6 years since he died, I used to come with dad
It feels only like yesterday that I last heard the mitts as they scuff the pads
I could have been big, a superstar which lived the dream
And now that sport has chosen to follow a different creed
The news broke, this kid has it all and even fights with his dad’s camp
Trained by the man that my father had decided to back-stab
A family hidden from the media? More like the forgotten one
No one cares about the unwanted son of heavyweight champion Tommy Gunn.

Hard at rest are the inner workings of a mess,
A cest pool boiling the inner stomach of success,
So hungry to taste the flesh, chomping at the bit,
To break away a lifetime dedication to his list,
A skit well rehearsed in the darkness of this pit,
That's been fought off for years to protect the outer bliss,
Your ignorance is thick, shaped & molded to the form,
Their hands use tricks in attempts to mend the storm,
The scorn lay torn, bruised and battered from before,
Taking beatings from the righteous; heightened senses from the core,
A family thorn in the side eats away at the tree,
Tries at the minds that cemented a legacy,
The steps we left behind paved a way for generations,
Your inner sanctions can't be tied to the start of fumigations,

But I'm anxious!!!

Life I live has only been to help the needs of others,
Security blankets for those in desperate need of covers,
Discovering the love induced by those you've bettered,
Trying to reduce ties to evil that you've severed,
But to think that I was clever,
I guess I never stood a chance,
Trying to find the cracks when walking through the devils hands,
Face to face and hand in hand, the demon pawns are plenty,
Trying to escape a fate so unfortunate to many,
Yet to my surprise a sweaty palm can hold on tight!
Is it true a prize from demons heavily outweighs the angels might?

The birth of brand new sights!

Despite the fight I waged inside the demons woke to stay,
My heart has spoken in whisper has chosen, to come outside n play,
Now the faces so use to me coming in their defense,
Have eyes wide shut in the presence of my descent,
But in a sense did they always see it coming?
Or was Vision fine with eyes to blind to see something so stunning?
The blood keeps running over faces terror stricken,
The kids hear shouts of run away hide,
But they only stare & don't listen,
One by one I've rolled the blade across the young,
To sacrifice for a demon that has yet to fucking come!

The real has opened up!

The power that was promised has yet to be awakened,
How could a demon lie to me, after all that I've forsaken!
Or was I just mistaken? Was the demon even there?
Or did I scare myself to crazy? Beliefs that were never beared,
Was a sleeping giant now awake on a truth that never was?
Or did the world around slowly create this hellish buzz?
Either way I'm proud to say I'm now awake outside!
A serial killer made from the 'demon' that was asleep


...Mate?

Every chance has been ruined - that's done,
'cause if she knew what movement maybe
she'd have one. She's slaving so damn much
that it takes a toll on her plans, but she
keeps going in hopes of knowing why her
heart is blinded when she's so close to
finding a way to escape without a tragic fate.
There's no laughter greater in victory and
no greater history than the game in itself.

The shine of her throne glistens and every night she's alone
Trying to grow fond of a mission while every knight is a drone
With the plight that she's known, she assumes the position
It's her place to brew competition in the cruelest conditions
A pawn wishes to visit her without knowing the power in leer
And as she nears he quakes there as every hour brings fear
It's sour in here, the wrath of a lady that never speaks loudly
Will present the past and ruin your future in a blink, proudly
The ink on her cardboard base is decoration on a warground
Every nation's at war and the racist game is on a board now
And she's shown she will make you regret it...prior to trying
This isn't reel, but it's not hollywood - this tiger's for striking

It's a bad mistake, such a classic trait
the way the magic breaks down a game in
more ways than one. She's portrayed as sun,
but her radiance, once blackened, happens to
ruin the fun as if to prove that it's done and over.
The board is sober, but in a drunken state we
know the order and the rules don't apply to
her majesty as she moves where she'd like
in capacity with squares and that is seen as fair.

Such an epic persona is never in question with those that
Know more and show it, so she hopes status holds back
With no need of it, she goes to her bishop to pray and hide
While she quickly takes her life in stride to display a fight
Everyday brings blight, nobody hits faster or looks to scower
When she hooks to power, it'll breach the rooks and towers
Whether they drain forever, today holds the strangest weather
Nothing, but showers are left as sky and lady rain together
It's chaos, plain and simple, death covers a checkered flat
Expect to have no chance when life comes to collect stats
There's one last move - and such will can't be saving the dame
This queen couldn't find a mate until she was playing the game

A beauitful disaster is usually faster than
the way this mutiny has cast it's shadow
over the gallows of every free man's mantle.
She wanted to love, but never could, and
instead of good, came evil from every nook
and niche in her shook mind. I guess, it's
sane and safe to say, she was also bored,
but all aboard the train of life cause it's
moving and she can't afford to miss it again.

Check...Mate!

~~

ISHMAEL --

On and off I sea the devil on another level smoking gepetto
In a meadow of green grass; alas the serpentine is finished with his meal
No zeal, no service -- just a pitchfork and spaghetti
I'm ready for my next torture victim..scorching schism..
Mortified hunger strike;; lips of a angel; tail of a devil
SAILING the revel; I mean no harm when I molest you..
You're as handsome as a devil; you are a devil on another level
But who is this young prophet astonishing -- with sunglass eyes!??
Musket thighs erupt running on the treadmill -- getting muscular
Slice the jugular of the devil;; the hunger of the metal
Demon of a kingdom of gluttony; I am a succubus
For I betrayed the devil; killed him in jest with seer eyes
Peer thighs -- I love making out with Ishmael -- the dismal
I am freefalling in love back to the devil's den aren't I
I hate hate hate the devil; he sucks his pitchfork with shiitty spaghetti
I am the neatherdal with packs of balls -- and I'm ready
For in the kingdom of gluttony devil's are tortured to death
Scorching in breath ;; for they are tortured to much they are fire breathing dragons..
Sire's leaving lavished to kill more devil's in another dimension..
I am ascension.. a FISH'S ASCENSION..he is paying for gluttony with a succubus..
SUCKING COCK not dick.. I am from the 8th dimension
ANd together we cann FALL for ASCENSION..

Cutlasses eyes the storm from the in the hinges of the mighty deep
Eyes were deep, might of fleece; tight as jeans from the eyes of shiek
I exited the spaceship, when rage rips; a thousand tornadoes vortexed
Cortex, was my name against the win(d) Kevorkian is calling in
I am Cortex, vortex -- the conniving young soul killing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as I traveled to Hell, and locked horns with the devil
I am a immortal being; my formula was the time traveling of a person
I realized it could not be done, so I reality warped to Hell; and started curses
I am the night/knight in shinning armor; amore of a seventh seal
Reverend yield; for it is me; blessings and prayers; destiny's savior
I am THE MESSIAH, a pariah priests worst nightmare; light flares
Tight heirs/airs from the hinges of a min(d) that I reality warped in time
For I am the throne; I captured the castle by defeating the dragon
The teeth from the dragon was eating by the savages from the leagues of what's lavish
I am undefeatable, so as I take my sword to Yahweh.
I'll make sure that this world hasn't seen it's last day.

Topical AND BATTLE..

Topical --

I am the author of miracles, the king arthur that's here to duel
For one wish I wished a mage to die and fulfill my rule
I am king, asparagus =-- the ancient soccerrer
For years there's been a drought with blight and lots of dirt
I am firmament a ancient relic; sagacious tell it
For I acreage, the times of done with omnipotent being
SOLEMN NOTION DEEM; probable cause of the polished notion seemed
CALL THE QUOTIENT scream. for I am the SCREAM IN A HOCUS POCUS WORLD
I kill girls; fulfill worlds -- for once there was a teller of extreme recluse
His name was JAK, from IRAQ/IRAN and I was in another dimension, ascension
REDEMPTION; suspension recollection suspended in the 8th dimension
For I killed everything in sight/ INCLUDING JAK..and DAXTER
For I am the miracolous suspenion of the art ; I AM SMART
Killing cards, jacks jesters king for the art --..I AM SMART
I am the teller of prefixes and sufficex.. the crucifixtion of JESUS
For I went to GOD DURING A SANDSTORM AND PUNCHED HIM TO PIECES..

BATTLE --

I am the origin of the matrix.. horrible during safe sex
For I'll punch a squegee board in half and kill and the ghosts during matrix
BURNING MATRIX.. I am the urn of time and death;; rhyming depth
Time is left.. when I SAY ''TIME'' it's time to die like APPLE PIE
I am the matrix.. THE MATRIX killing hellspawns and HELL
COMPEL VAIN THE CELL AND PROPEL CHAINS OF MAIL
COLD CASE THE HAIL.. I am the convulution of time
THE RHYMING REVOLUTION OF RHYME.. I AM CHAINS
I AM PAIN.. PROPEL PAIN FROM A PROPLLER AND KILL DAMES
I carried chakra in my cards to kill jesters kings loyalists
KILLING DEPLOYING KIDS THE CHOICE OF KIDS FROM HOISTS OF ZITS..

Swag and FLOW --

I'm SINACOG, raising the spirits till' they reach HELL,, TEACH WEALTH
I'm killing numerous seadog's and dafodils, laugh at kills
I'm nothing to fuck with, something to breathe, I CAN ACHIEVE
BRANDISH A THEIF, what can it be -- standard and brief
I breathe summons,, teach whirlwinds,, kill earth sins
In the middle of vietnam,, I SUMMONED ATOMIC BOMBS AND NEUTRON BOMBS//
PROTON AND electron unit, destroying hellspawns and demons
CELLS GONE, and semon -- belt jocked from woman
I survived HELL, teught angels and pray -- teach the laymen
pREACH the amen,, leech on cavemen,, gave them lessons
PAY ATTENTION,, I'm SINACOG,, wait a minute long
CAGE APPRENTICE SONG,, NEVER AGED IN VIETNAM,, PRAY TO TEACHING PSLAMS//
I create hellspawns to kill numerous seadogs, from the bible belt
I don't need help,, when killing yeti's in a cycle welt
I'm the definition of technical,, make pretzel dough out of people
I am on a steeple, preaching to angels and demons evil
I'm not to be fucked with, always right on attack, SMACK!!
You are fucking wack, right on exact, WACK!
During wars,, I KILLED ANGELS AND DEMONS,, pavelow is screaming
pRAY TO a demon, and I KILLED ANGELS AND HEATHENS
I am the number 1 numeral in the succubus of psyshics
DURING A APPLE STORM, I GOT BLOOD ON MY KICKS
I am SINACOG< and nothing couild stop me from topping the beats
DROPPING THE CLEATS<, WITH UNSTOPPABLE FEATS
I AM SINACOG<, and I DESERVE GRACE
AS I GIRL BLOWS ME ON MY BIRTHDAY!!

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