THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[corleone]

murderous tendencies, burn in my memory,
which serve my infirmities to emerge my supremacy//
my words unfurl-mesanemes from worlds beneath everything,
hellish realms to wretched-cells, where corpses dwell and scream-melodies//
I dream pleasantly to achieve deadly-obscene scenes-preferably//
and scheme-heavily over streets on mephaseme, weed-and-hennesy//
Cor discrete in his methods, see.. dare step to me,
and I'll disfigure your infantry within-seconds, to pieces of shredded-meat//
the type to meditate-successfully to build my telepathy,
and crush your entire mid section by just thinking-it-mentally//
I obsessively train on rough terrain in wreckless-speeds,
on gravitational levels astronauts perceive to be-irregularly//
the level of intensity from my routines stresses me,
and create black holes in orbit that exorb life and energy//