THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[brokenhal0]

SINACOG

A serpents reincarnated as the angel death
a clean slate for another body to make a mess
the immortal self confuses living breath with the taste of flesh
illusions of identity fracturing bones to taste the drip
star gated myth
soda bars leave you carbonated for the great ascent
stretch you on the rack till your joints break your flesh
i broke your halo on purpose
casting it down to the greatest depths
beyond the lakes and fish
beyond the great abyss
and that's word to all my sins
that have been contemplated since
consecrated by judgement that justice plays within
the cogs of your wheel steer a weighted ship
noahs arch is animal souls
digesting in a waist of shit
the waters couldn't wash away the scent
too bad there was nothing left
sing a song for the stale gods
finding fallen virtue in the devil's latest tricks
got you feeling some type of way on your way to bliss
woke you up with a face of sweat
box cutter blades filet a haters neck
eating your pain again it's a way to live
or how bout I lie in shame
caught in the snag of the serpents favorite pick
in a dark labyrinth with no torch for the maze ahead
feel the chambers shift it's in your nature to imitate a bitch
rub your sticks as you wish the spark will catch u when the pain begins
and i will erase you and create a new snake again ...