Life+ Lyrical Mercenary

DMS · 01-19-2019, 12:29 AM

Lyrical Mercenary, and Life

Lyrical Mercenary

The cost to buy a headstone, the target, pipe, and Death-stroke.
The dotted sights, the market price, the darker life than Death-row.
The farthest height, the daughter, wife, the lockets, bikes and gem stones.
The author’s mind, the watered eyes, the harden stride n wet nose.
The blatant pros of cruel ness, the angered foes, the strains and woes, still make them Totus tuus.
The John job, it’s none stop, the arms cocked, just aim the scope n shoot it.

Life

The pen, the quill, the balancing act, the way he wrote the schemes.
Good inside a book of lies, The hood disguise, the hopes and dreams.
The man who ate to stay alive, and thought the clouds controlled the seas.
Who thought the crowds don’t know the king, who talked out loud to hold the peace.
You can find happiness ya way (Yahweh) but I have dopa means.
The sadist wit the biggest stick,
The passages Leviticus, the massiveness, the little kids.
Planet of the simpletons. The havoc of religiousness and granite it was written in,
The stacks of clips, the fragmented, the tablet chips,
belittlement, the Apple jook his innocence.
Just passive Christian villages.
(Smart fox, lost flocks)
It hides the moon, raging storms, babies torn inside the womb.
Blights of youth,blades of ore, races, wars and knights in blue.
Changes bore did guide the view, the flaming sword and final truth.

01-19-2019, 12:29 AM	#1
DMS DMS—Diddled My Stick Join Date: May 2018 Posts: 1,104 Rep Power: 0	Life+ Lyrical Mercenary Lyrical Mercenary, and Life Lyrical Mercenary The cost to buy a headstone, the target, pipe, and Death-stroke. The dotted sights, the market price, the darker life than Death-row. The farthest height, the daughter, wife, the lockets, bikes and gem stones. The author’s mind, the watered eyes, the harden stride n wet nose. The blatant pros of cruel ness, the angered foes, the strains and woes, still make them Totus tuus. The John job, it’s none stop, the arms cocked, just aim the scope n shoot it. Life The pen, the quill, the balancing act, the way he wrote the schemes. Good inside a book of lies, The hood disguise, the hopes and dreams. The man who ate to stay alive, and thought the clouds controlled the seas. Who thought the crowds don’t know the king, who talked out loud to hold the peace. You can find happiness ya way (Yahweh) but I have dopa means. The sadist wit the biggest stick, The passages Leviticus, the massiveness, the little kids. Planet of the simpletons. The havoc of religiousness and granite it was written in, The stacks of clips, the fragmented, the tablet chips, belittlement, the Apple jook his innocence. Just passive Christian villages. (Smart fox, lost flocks) It hides the moon, raging storms, babies torn inside the womb. Blights of youth,blades of ore, races, wars and knights in blue. Changes bore did guide the view, the flaming sword and final truth.