THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[theMuzzl3]

Depicted scripts manifested subsequently unto manuscripts
depicting your life within scripture, subscribed to your name.

Your fame goes out the window, pillowed by explosives;
your name and essence flows down the slide, towards the end.

Stripes and stars, laying next to badges and awards.
Pipes, concrete, asfalt and tar, laying down the foundation.

Sudden inclination enlightens synchronization of our brains'
extracurricular activity, magnificently pleading to me to be a part of…

Scary activities flowing beyond the natural order of things;
straightening out any foul ruptures of our 'space and time' continuum.

Disinterest continuously causing spontaneous compustions within your reflux.
Spooking the smokers, tokers, and everything else.

Gliding into an area of mofo's consciousness within conscienciousessness.
Spending needy minutes towards the opposite of self-reliance.

Politely asking for duties meant for beyond our capacities,
the Government rises; and (through you) rise they shall.

But, what goes up must come down…
ultimately coming towards a stable structure.

Breaking it down: consecutively, the blocks of reality get tipped over.
Oh, how rapidly things begin to move… and it begins to sync up.

Spreading drastically throughout our space/time continuum,
until it is no longer ours, and we rewrite what It is that we are a part of.

Extreme humiliation is the foundation of what our reality endures.
The Rodin Coil only has so many answers, so stop asking…

Questions go unanswered. Queries are nullified. Your thoughts:
simplified into the English language, with a hint of ebonics.
With an accent on the strong side of internet induced acronyms.