THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

UnbornBuddha · 09-26-2015, 11:20 PM

The sole journeyer traveling a dangerous road
Sights therein would consume his aching soul.
The pain alone would make most afraid to go
Yet, he kept marching on to make it home
Enduring the most ancient cold,
Eventually frostbite caused a flame in his bones.
A deep gangrene began, putrefying his feet
But, he kept walking despite the fiery disease
The black rot that advanced diabetics can show you.
Society’s elders say that: genetics are what mold you;
DNA is a congenital illness that nature send out to kill us
At least, these are my own sentimental feelings
That some might try to categorize as mental illness.
I live beneath a veil of greatness, frail and naked
Wailing, because I felt sensations of hell being created.
This is why I need to hear tales of salvation to aid me
In my own breakthrough…
I used to tell you that no matter what I’ll embrace you
That was when I was ignorant enough to think I could save you.
We’re prisoners with no idea of the panopticon before us.
Life is optimal when harmless, but god awful when normal.
Linearity has shown us nothing but turmoil,
Conventional growth stunted by organic soil.
Punished, my entire clan became infested with boils,
Suppurating lesions that excoriate violently
As the virus goes to the groin it grows quietly.
A symptomless world dies with me.
Latent patches transmitted to our offspring
Mutations from our conscious, Latent since the onset…
Simian evolutions are simply an illusion.
I look in the mirror, and see the image of pollution
Yet, there’s a beautiful human hidden behind the deformities.
But, I still can’t make up my mind on who designed this absurdity…
Scopolamine mouth washes are a sign of the times, a horror scene.
Anesthetic surgery given to a convulsing epileptic nursery
These are examples of what lurks in thee, Genesis purged in me.
We’re all murmuring some form of truth,
Just take a look at the same biochemical processes our organs do.
We’re essentially the same, down to our skeletal frame.
I’m truly sorry, I left you insane…
I never meant to enter your brain.
But, rejoice now, I’m confessing while my flesh is in pain
Burned and serrated by the grace of the highest of the high
I’ve lived my entire adult life a disciple of the mind,
Science as my eyes,
As the cosmic qi crucified me with Christ.
Question is:
Are we still divine inside while blinded by light?

09-26-2015, 11:20 PM	#11
UnbornBuddha Senior Member Join Date: Jul 2014 Posts: 1,008 Battle Record: 23-10 Champed - Art of Writing League - AOWL Season 5 Rep Power: 23856379	The sole journeyer traveling a dangerous road Sights therein would consume his aching soul. The pain alone would make most afraid to go Yet, he kept marching on to make it home Enduring the most ancient cold, Eventually frostbite caused a flame in his bones. A deep gangrene began, putrefying his feet But, he kept walking despite the fiery disease The black rot that advanced diabetics can show you. Society’s elders say that: genetics are what mold you; DNA is a congenital illness that nature send out to kill us At least, these are my own sentimental feelings That some might try to categorize as mental illness. I live beneath a veil of greatness, frail and naked Wailing, because I felt sensations of hell being created. This is why I need to hear tales of salvation to aid me In my own breakthrough… I used to tell you that no matter what I’ll embrace you That was when I was ignorant enough to think I could save you. We’re prisoners with no idea of the panopticon before us. Life is optimal when harmless, but god awful when normal. Linearity has shown us nothing but turmoil, Conventional growth stunted by organic soil. Punished, my entire clan became infested with boils, Suppurating lesions that excoriate violently As the virus goes to the groin it grows quietly. A symptomless world dies with me. Latent patches transmitted to our offspring Mutations from our conscious, Latent since the onset… Simian evolutions are simply an illusion. I look in the mirror, and see the image of pollution Yet, there’s a beautiful human hidden behind the deformities. But, I still can’t make up my mind on who designed this absurdity… Scopolamine mouth washes are a sign of the times, a horror scene. Anesthetic surgery given to a convulsing epileptic nursery These are examples of what lurks in thee, Genesis purged in me. We’re all murmuring some form of truth, Just take a look at the same biochemical processes our organs do. We’re essentially the same, down to our skeletal frame. I’m truly sorry, I left you insane… I never meant to enter your brain. But, rejoice now, I’m confessing while my flesh is in pain Burned and serrated by the grace of the highest of the high I’ve lived my entire adult life a disciple of the mind, Science as my eyes, As the cosmic qi crucified me with Christ. Question is: Are we still divine inside while blinded by light?