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[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

“When empty space is all that's left, let the void be filled.”


well, the best it can manage.

so,

yo,


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…… It's Gawd, Allah, the next'a kin - a past-unanimous branding, all been scarred upon His melanin .. oh yes, the martian's got a membership,
would-be the martyr prophet legends sing, yet when I start to chalk the message in? Christ'll rob it for glory & claim he marked the blotted penmanship -
then he'll die again denying that his karma got the best of him ………
that's why:
These carbon copy residents can gargle cocks 4 president, I'm still the sargeant known for carving marble rocks with metal fists,
an artist not to meddle with. yall can spawn the outer layer, go & bargain shop for eloquence .. but the quest itself's retarded, ain't no mall to cop intelligence!
it's hard to mock this fella's gift, a militant soul of wisdom .. the visions was so persistant, that i stitched up six infinities bridging the solar systems;
a sickening flow precision, kid that visited rogues in prisons, blood-etched sketches exhchanged, as pictographs depicted a global mission..
a glistening throne existed once, I'd sit with a robed magician .. Next to hell, flames blackening, yet living a cold existance ……
A pit in the snow, imprisoned in the brilliance of hope arisen, held triple 9 mm.'s to the prisms of holy christians,
..diggin a hole to piss in, the pilgrim, track forests & paths lost, backfired the mechanical nazareth with nada more than hacksaw,
a Lord with a glass jaw..but when swordsman attacks fall, the highest titans of my time would absorb it & back off!
in morgues with a black shawl, suited up, boxing with tyson's folks; eye contact lapses witnesses to shock in a frightening jolt -
had my irises lined with twice as many watts as a lightning bolt!
copped every model of microscope, now those astrologists like the flow .. live life abiding by a manuscript the Gods of the Mayans wrote,
so Novices might just choke, used my mind's eye to fry an ommelete with whitened toast, then run up to grapple the last apostle n‘ slice his throat!
the drops is described as "GOAT", Blacketh overlooks planets uncharted .. instantly branded the hardest, once I left the last tyrannosaurus cast in a tarpit,
ravish the harvest, let inhabants starve then drag around half of the carcusses back to the lab, extracted fragments stashed in the carpet ……
follow paths in the darkness, breeze by ya legion of fake cats .. walk a week straight, 8th day breaks, i'm asleep in a haystack;
breathin a gray black, smoke's catchin up, i need to evade that ..
given father saturn such a reason to hate, that clouds now follow where i travel & they freeze when I make camp!
most keying up lame raps, kids be rockin the spits frail .. so ya whore read sex stories, while my cock in the bitch tale -
jump to pond from a ship's sail, dove in goddesses, mahogany pigtails; and used poseidons tridant allthewhile for choppin up fishscale!
the prophet that kings hail, shine brighter than fair days. knives to write, python fang aligned, decipher the airwaves,
stride inside of a bear cave, had the hide of his hair shaved..hang the bloody skins, dry 'em out with just a lighter & hairspray!
flyin' higher than airplanes, sword bends low, the endo & weed smoke captures me .. then i rapidly mastered fu jukendo in zero gravity,
got murder counts, scenes indecent, nuff to resemble an emo's fantasy.
in benzos with C-notes strapped to me, still don't let no amigos hassle me..so much beef, its off the wall, like echoes in meatloaf factories,
……We PbP, plus the some extra leftover EO family……
Men of metal that gleam so placidly, flash & see 'em burn n' melt to ashes .. it's the return of Hellsing, faggots.
us 5, patrol the site without no verbal help from admins, so we ‘run this shit’ .. while yall ‘cant even start a light jog’ like ‘nocturnal health fanatics’……
infernos shelfed schematics, galactics shoved to the cornerstone; once again I summon the sword of poem, crowned a prince of the writtens 'til i swung it up toward the throne,
cut jugular cords with chrome, leave nothin but gore n bone, when He collapsed , i adapted as the covenant's lord alone …
The son of a force unkown, was re-birthed in enchanted light .. so observe as the tactics strike,
reversin the axis, might just turn the tide straight down to quench my thirst in the afterlife,
verbals'll crack the mic, among crowds, standin out just like a bergundy patch on white..
grab conservatives, stab em twice, unearths my version of catholic's christ ..He whom prays in burning churches with the virgin hermaphrodite!
still lurk in a castle, white, where urban kids have to fight .. they'll crack ya jaws on the pavement, call it curbin ya appetite;
the servant of ashen knights, all perched with a jagged knife. the day i bowed down to they power was the permanent sacrifice ……
i was searchin for answers, hikin' through it all, Godless .. met men in uniform on unicorns who drooled & talked nonsense,
Disproving all concepts, eyed a shine, drew close, then I moved & saw bronzes .. gold, silver radiation, flanked a unabomb cartridge..
dig the human thought process: black acid, n substance, gas-lined to dynomite, ignites traumatic combustion;
like volcanic eruptions, the cracks & concussions can self-compress to gravel at a hat's drop, then vanish to nothin,
must be magic or somethin, but when blacketh is bustin .. it turns present tense sentences to passive discussions,
so from spanish to russian, my mechanics demonstrate immaculate functions, trail markers left as relics beckoning each path to destruction..
a bastid, corrupted, flick spikes & samoan darts, kick up shit til you idiots get hyper than joan of arc,
twin vipers n' polar sharks swim right to ya vocals, sharp - replace ya eyes with a pair of trick dice & a joker's card!
this writin, the dopest art; all scrawled in grenade pencils, white hot flames to the page, then I started to blaze mentals,
charcoal to trace stencils, the author & aged rebel .. translate words to advanced lit in the earliest sanskrit from the walls of the Jade Temple,
armor of gray metal, heartbeatin with the speed of pure aqua, body temperature turning up the heat of your sauna,
.. or premature lava, understand, i'm STILL speakin for allah, from the slums of my hometown to the streets of nirvana!
so please, if you wanna - step to get thrown in fifty coffins, each a seperate limb, hymns, yo i'm known to rip these often,
the flow is sickly, watch this: they all stand to it, then i blow n kid's knees soften; shit'll buckle up quicker than a motorist precaution,
from the low abyss, it's awesome how a glimpse of the essence can terrorize these bitches in seconds,
use primitive weapons, words and mind, then they mimiced the presence .. now viewing most writtens been like clicking on a crystal reflection,
each myth is a lesson, all concluding and the ending point that Disc is legend.
that next level invaded, guess i've risen from heaven, swoop like vultures every now and then to take my pick of the peasants,
then i'm strippin the flesh n‘ find nothing within .. resort to explosive, last hand grenade stuck in the pin;
then they bludgeon the wings, fall to ground helpless, aint no love to begin, guess i made it full-circle, passion been runnin too thin.
pour up rum n' the gin, commit a couple'a sins .. then on my death day, make ready for the coming of Grim,
cuz when somethin existed, it can suddenly dim .. that's why all your praise on my writing is now dust in the wind.
it wasn't to win .. not to be the best in this cypher shit, it's just another stepping stone that drove my quest for enlightenment,
so I guess that it's time to quit, the message is dried n' ripped.. claimed the throne on my own, now to let the messiah sit,
left the measurments twice as thick, no use tryna stretch time, or to wet it & light the wick .. it's best to just flicker out, leave methods to die, then split ……
there's still venomous lines to spit, so this next generation had better ignite the script .. cuz yo,

it's a lot harder than it looks to get ya veteran licenses.


mark 'em.

[Lindel]

The bass rattles my face, DJ quickens the pace, I order another shot of whiskey to marinade my brain.
Dizzying bright pallets illuminate the place, a dancer dances down the aisle, I remove my shades.
"Want some company, babe?" most would be smitten, "Sorry, I'm here on business, seeking out a witness."
her eye slightly twitches, she uncomfortably itches. "maybe another time, then..." as she quickly ditches.
The bartender takes my glass, pours me another, "this one's on the house, for those who've suffered."
I glance at him a second, contemplate what words to muster, "there's some actresses who frequent this place,
who've recently been found face down in the gutter. Anything you know could help bring their killer to justice,
some of them were mothers..." -- I wanted to trust him. He assists another customer, I observe as he judges,
"they all worked for the same agency, that's all I know, cousin." I thank him and leave a tip, twice what my drinks were worth,
this lead may be a dead end or the spark that makes this guy burn. This killer targets young, beautiful girls,
actresses who sought the world, only to be fed to worms. I wanna watch HIM squirm as my bullet splits his spine,
doesn't matter if he dies or if I just leave him paralyzed. I want him crucified, can't get the idea out my mind,
I'm running out of time while he plans his next strike. I stop by the precinct to debrief about my witness,
when another detective smirks and casually plays, "hey, Jay! Couldn't help but notice you could use an upgrade!"
To which I respond, "well, if it ain't broke, why fix it?" He walks away, as if any of that mattered,
"Lieutenant! I might've gotten a break on this bastard! An agency employed our victims, that's the pattern!"
"Then what're you doing here? Quit the jibber jabber! Pitter, patter!"

"Hello, I'm Detective Soule', I'd like to discuss some murders," "Well, should we call our lawyer before this goes any further?"
"That won't be necessary, just tell me if these girls worked here," the secretary ganders at the photos, shadowed by fear...
She calls somebody to meet me, maybe I'll get some answers, an older gentlemen in a suit exits the elevator in a suave manner.
"Detective, I believe you've got some questions, maybe I can help, if you'd follow me to my office, I've some files on my shelf.
You see, I managed these women and your culprit I am not, they earned me billions so I'd be foolish to write them off.
There was a man though who's mother we denied, a beautiful dove who was sadly much too shy.
Apparently, she killed herself, and he blamed us out of grief, threatened to kill everybody who ever works for me."
I thought about it for a second, then before I could decide, an officer down was called on my radio, "I repeat, triple nine."
The address was close to me, right across the street, I pulled out my pistol and ran over, still discreet,
I spotted something beneath the stairs, a heart-shaped box with strands of hair, the girl next door pointed, scared.
the devil's advocate is up there, the terror in her eyes, the misery in the air basically luring me to the monster's lair.
I begin a walk to remember, finding the officer holding her liver, "he's got a knife..." she barely whimpers,
as she continues to shiver, I reach the top floor, holding the trigger, no... holding a lot more.
I turn into a room, aiming straight ahead, he stands in front of a window, no angst or regret,
"Well, Detective, I hear you've been searching for me so here I am..." that look on his face I won't forget.
"Some might say I'm your own personal boogeyman, the way you've been obsessed...
could've saved your marriage but you were more concerned with my little mess.
Yes, I killed those women, I set them all free from having to be human,
now they'll never be ruined by sexual harassment or rejection's conclusion.
They'll never feel the agony of not being good enough, of not feeling loved,
of having to raise a son alone in the cold, no husband to give a FUCK!"
"Is that what happened to you? Is that what this is about?
Daddy issues, self abuse and you get unhinged to let it out?
You're pathetic! No wonder your mother wanted to die!
it wasn't the rejection, it was the failure she brought to life!"
"I didn't even get to say goodbye!" a tear spilled from his eye.
"Well, soon you'll see her again when six screaming eagles say goodnight!"
I go to pull the trigger when suddenly my nerves subside...

[System error...admin required to override...]

"Well, isn't this interesting... the replicant falls asleep...
tell me 'detective'... do androids dream of electric sheep?"


3:15am.

I wake up to a loud roar, something between a lion and the riots of war,
into the sea while I gaze from the beach, making eye contact with the storm.
Watching lightning strike like a sword, something calls me out to the core,
I paddle out on a boat, ready to roam the depths till this mystery takes form.
Waves crashing as I move forward, the clouds darken the closer I get to the source,
dedicated to staying on course, even if I have to swim, abandoned by warmth.
The roar becomes clearer now, more like a voice welcoming me from the clouds,
or maybe it's under the surface, I'm not certain, I'm too focused on the sound.
I should probably have some doubts but I'm convinced there's answers to be found,
though maybe if I drowned, whatever it is would simply swallow my corpse anyhow.
"Closer, Johnny... you're almost there," part of me is scared, the other's proud,
"I choose you to help me out." The voice, poised firmly on my conscious ground.

That's when it draws into my sight, a glow underneath the ocean's might,
maybe it's a sunken ship or a submarine, or a deity waiting to devour my mind.
I hope it doesn't bite, whatever it is, questions start flooding but I've no time,
a shadow emerges from the light, the size of a skyscraper, hidden in the night.
I stare into it's eyes, orange with red like blood spiraling around the drain,
there's a tense sense against my brain, forcing me to give control without trade.
Am I going insane? Or have I been a puppet since evading the womb on my birth-day?
I can feel the tentacles wrapping around my frame, but I don't feel any pain,
and suddenly, everything has changed, and I'm swimming through the rain...
oh, sorry, that was a wave -- I'm a fish, or a squid, I can't quite tell either way.
What I DO know, is I survive in the water, freed or enslaved by the monster,
it's all a matter of perspective, but I've accepted the friendship of a blue lobster.

I have dreams whenever I sleep about the night I escaped my human shell,
vague glimpses of images, like of a man standing in front of Cthulu's spell.
Maybe it was me but I can't seem to remember the personal connection,
I'm just thankful to him for saving me from my schizophrenic depression.


Born under the rising sun, my father was a great warrior who protected the land,
until the black mass of darkness gave birth to a demon who burnt the core of Japan.
Aku was pure evil, creating monsters and tearing through villages like a tidal wave,
until my father took the magic sword and removed the oni with it's vital blade.
For decades, the world was calm and safe from fear of monstrosities or tribal plagues,
but when I was a boy, there was a voice from the shadows that called for the final days.
That's when Aku was reborn, and his army bathed the Earth with blood and tears,
life as we knew it was forced to hide as the light dwindled in floods of spears.
Mankind was given the option, slavery or death, as the sword was stolen,
my father worked in the mines where every breath was short and hopeless.
I travelled and studied weaponry from every continent on the planet,
from spears to scimitars to the bow and knives, I learned how to survive and manage,
I became an assassin, a monk, a ninja and a samurai, and spent two years stranded,
learned how to hunt and farm, while also practicing how to deal critical damage.
I roamed far, in boat and car, becoming the perfect opposition for Aku's forces,
and in doing so, my mind was corrupted with thoughts even he'd find morbid.
I tore his minions apart limb by limb all over the world, but NOT to save lives...
but because in my mind, the hatred I bared was becoming the essence I made light.
I wanted to break spines. To take knifes and aim them at the heart under strange eyes,
to shave time off fate's line for every demon Aku claimed from people's gravesites.
I wanted to smell blood, to smash bone, to hear screams and feel monsters die,
to watch as they coughed and whined until they lost the fight and could no longer cry.
My father begged me to change, said he felt the same way once but it wasn't right,
killing Aku wouldn't save mankind because there'll always be darkness for him to find.
It's hidden in the base of our chest, where love and sorrow intertwine,
and it's stretched by the stress of anger that craters and hollows in the night.
I wouldn't listen, driven by my mission to seek vengeance through,
smitten by the image of children drifting in an endless crimson pool.
I apologize, but I refuse to lose while the root of evil still consumes,
until I force the magic sword into the forehead of Aku.
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I pluck the blade from the face of a mountain, based in the fountain of youth,
chained by the veins of a titan, a giant who once grounded the truth.
With this power, I head to the wasteland Aku calls home to deliver hope,
when I pierce his throat and carve him up like he's a wicker post.
Leaving a trail of disembodied demons as his legions attempt to stop me,
and any who survive will stare at sleepless skies as my presence is haunting.
I enter the volcano where he rests, ready to fight, I begin taunting,
as he rises from the depths, I slice his flesh with a strike that's daunting.
Surprised. He's realized the katana I wield holds his only weakness,
and changes his form to parry my attacks, but my technique is seamless.
Frustrated, he changes into a hydra, but I continue to leave the villain speechless,
my ability far outweighs his evil as he drops to his back in pieces.
As I grip the handle and prepare my killing blow, he spews a few beams of light,
and I'm transported into the future where Aku has turned the Earth into his plight.
I swear to fulfill my oath as a Samurai, from this day until my last...
I'll hunt Aku down till I collapse, or my name isn't Jack!

3055 A.E. (After Extinction)

"Entering the atmosphere, Captain!" Jones announces from the deck, nervous sweat dripping down his neck,
we've been space bound fifteen years, finally discovering a potential candidate to inhabit, I hope the ground is wet.
I miss the sound of rain, so fingers crossed for some residue that doesn't melt my suit, that would be pretty cool,
maybe a lake or ocean too, something that doesn't engulf the ship or produce creatures that'll try to eat my crew.


"Any news from The Revenue?"
"No, radio's cold, it seems we're alone."

"Don't worry, I'll get y'all home soon."

There's four of us. Two marines, a scientist and a medic. Mankind's where we left it, on a dying planet with no moon,
but honestly, my only guess is we step out onto the surface and the currents suck us into endlessness like a vacuum.
The doctor predicts otherwise, apparently, several drones have landed safely and photographed crisp skies,
our ship's built like a shield, no windows to look out, so we won't know until we open the door and risk life.



"Landing in five... four... three..."
"Here we go, drumroll please!"

"God, let us breathe..."

We land safely, thankfully, no noticeable pressure and I don't hear storms like on Mars,
so maybe we can add this planet to the charts and start to reproduce beyond the stars.
We suit up and prepare to open the hatch, "here's to oxygen instead of poisonous gas!"
I hit the button and all of a sudden, it's like I'm staring at a history hologram of grass.
There's flowers and butterflies, mountains hiding behind cotton clouds and whistling winds,
I begin to hear my men whispering when I get a hint of relief within my shivering skin.
It's everything we'd hoped for, crystal lakes and snow formed along the horizon,
we've been searching for a new beginning ever since Earth and a comet collided.
I always believed in our dreams and now it seems that belief was worth the time spent,
since day one, I knew there was something beyond the sun and that I'd find it.
"Let's explore a little bit, maybe we'll find something!" I smile and lead the expedition,
I listen as they share predictions, pondering the possibility of alternative dimensions.
Prepared for predatorily intentions, wondering what damage our weapons would inflict it,
what if we discover a beast and we can't kill it or can't even repent it? A suicide sentence.
"Hey, doc, that pack you have covers all conditions? Flesh wounds and toxic inflictions?"
"Yeah, we'll be fine as long as I'm alive!" He jests, but my chest suddenly feels compressed,
we arrive at a cave behind a waterfall, part of me screams to turn back to the point of stress.
Reaper tightens his vest, "I'll take nose incase this goes south into a monster's mouth..."
I ignore my doubts and let the others go first so I can cover the tail of our awkward route.
A chilly drought climbs up my spine, our flashlights barely reveal what waits ahead,
my weary awareness now a heavy dread, and my fears quickly replaced with red.
Claws like swords morph Jones into shredded meat, he's devoured before we can shriek,
it happens so fast we can hardly see what's ripping us apart in the brief glimpses unsheathed.
I can't read it's movements, Reaper unloads clips into dark tombs when I hear it scream,
something touches my feet, I aim my rifle and it's the doctor's head staring up at me.
"REAPER! THE EXIT! LET'S GO!" I begin running, dodging and weaving through tunnels,
my lungs imploding and expanding, every breath becoming more and more of a struggle.
The air is growing more demanding, the shadows causing delusions, adding to the trouble,
Reaper runs into me as we crash into a corner, the creature pulls him from the tussle.
I dive through the waterfall alone, my weapon ready as tears block my vision,
wishing I would've listened to my initial opinion, now my team is dead from my wrong decision.
I turn around to find my ship has been torn to pieces, and I lay here in the rain, cold...
the last hope for humanity, surrounded by demons, with no way home.

TICK
TOCK

TICK

TOCK

DING!
DING!

DING!

DING!


It's midnight at the Miller's home, they sit around the living room praying that the sinner's gone,
Father Jacobs is upstairs throwing holy water on their only daughter as she screams in a bitter tone.
You can hear the cracking within her bones as the demon clenches onto the strings that grip her soul,
"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, PRIEST, OR I'LL EAT HER LIVER WHOLE!" echoes between a grin and groans.
Chanting scriptures in Latin, Father Jacobs ignores the threats with a cross against her head,
his thoughts filled with dread, of lost kids he met, his confidence shaking with every dishonest breath.
The demon senses the stress and takes the advantage, "HOW MUCH FAITH DO YOU HAVE LEFT?!"
Father Jacobs continues his chants, sweat in his hands drenching the words he struggles to bless.
"YOUR HEART IS A MESS, FATHER! I CAN SMELL YOUR DOUBT LIKE A PILE OF SHIT!"
Father Jacobs presses forward toward the end, fighting to ignore the monster's vile intent.
With every sentence he mends, he can feel the child move a mile into the wild abyss,
and that smile torments him... but failure isn't an option this time while her vitals emit.
"MY FAVORITE PART IS JUST AROUND THE BEND...WHEN THE SPIRIT OF THE INNOCENT SUBMITS!
UNLESS OF COURSE...YOU'D SWITCH YOURS FOR HERS...WHAT A TASTY JUDGEMENT!"
Tempted by the idea of trading his soul for hers if it meant she walked away, John hesitates,
but before he could drop the trade, the demon reaches out and makes the child's jaw separate.
Blood beading from her eyes as her spine deviates out of place and her body levitates,
the Priest stands in horror, his teeth chipping as he comes to grip with this jarring escapade.
Her hands begin to burn from the inside out, blisters boiling as puss runs from her mouth,
urine streams to the sheets, just like clouds, releasing screams and shrieks among other sounds.
Downstairs, her mother drowns in wine and pills to hide the thrill she gets from her daughter's pain,
as the father prays with much stronger faith than the Priest attempting to conquer hate.
A family trapped in calamity wrapped in Greed and Envy... filthy... stained...
making it easy for demons to reason with misguided youth in an empty cage.
Someone required pity, shame, attention or love or a fulfilling change,
when a boy came along and sang a song that helped her write a chilling page.
Until someday, that boy turned into a beast with horns and teeth like a shark,
and evil seeped through the dark like a liquid that'd reach to her heart.
Now, she's losing the battle as that demon travels through her scars,
and her veins unravel as it straddles her like a supernova coursing to Mars.
The Priest cowers into a corner, watching as her skin tears apart,
when her father crashes through the door and places a daring card.
"Take me instead! Let my daughter go and I'll be your shield!"
The demon repeats the deal, contemplating if the feat is real,
"I just ask that her wounds are healed, then I'll sign and seal!"
The demon releases a laugh as her body falls back to the mattress,
unaware of what happened, she stares as her father smashes
his head through the walls before grabbing a crucifix.
He stabs it through his wrist, up his arm as the red and blue is mixed.
Drinking all the holy water, using what humanity he has left to spew a script.

"IN NOMINE... PATRIS... ET FILII... ET SPIRITUS... SANCTI!"
but in a last bloom of violence, the demon snaps his neck, and the room goes silent...

[Lindel]

Ballad Of The Northern Lights

* * *

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

Where the stream of light that's known as the Aurora Borealis
Beaconed bright over the northern fjord surroundin' shimmers fro
And the glow to sheets of white tonin' a warmer morning balance
Breaches night, lull of a laureled story's ballad then unfolds;

With a soul, who should've been sleeping; see, the cold keeps him restless
Yet warmth of the sky's scarlet, emeraldish-gold gleamin' presence
Falls over him like a blanket, making sanctum from his anguish;
Embracing its cadence takes him from the Pole's freezing deathgrip

Like the feeling of a live and breathing soul reaching Heaven
Burning away restraints, and holds, of frosted snow he's been fledged with
Absorbed in its sheer fluorescence, as his woes feast in ecsta-
sy's Depression-ensheathing sheets wove of hope, dream and zest bliss

For this frozen oceanshore, where Winters seldom show remorse
Their aureate sight supports a torch; beaconed bright, offering force
Heat ignites, hearts're endorsed, and even night's darkness is shunned
For a peacock's feathers paint the looming rays of Luna's lungs

Exhaling the Sun's vibrance, 'til her breath ceases at dawn
As he fights his weary eyelids, will-surpressed sleep is prolonged
But anything, to stay awake, and marvel, for tonight
Under those dancing Northern Lights,

'O what a sight

Sitting beside it while it shimmers fro is so inspiring;
Flickering skies enticing him to loathing closing his eyelids
Dance; so indulged inside its moment, time is frozen by its
Trance, and his old desire's form of flying molds his spine and

Stance; as he arches upward he howls, but not 'cause of the pain
But 'cause he calls out to the Lights, he's freed what was restrained
Sprouting out his back, a set of wings is outstretched
He spreads their magnificence, and extends a reach without breadth

Then takes off; what was once the distant-beauty which he used to only
Gaze on, he'll soon dance with 'til they've ceded by the hues of morning's
Late dawn; through majestic streams of essence breathed from Luna's soul, he
Stays strong, 'cause their coalescence ain't long, 'long as he's kept this

Same song by his heart, the beat'll lift him up when cumbered;
Rhythm gives him reason why his wings should fight fatigue and flutter
Winter's grip secedes as choirs sing beside the freezin' Tundra;
It's a blessing, like a stray fallen to the open arms which mothered

He hugs her; to endure is self-assured by what her chorus cites,
"You'll feel no pain, or heel your chains, or any sorta strife
'Long as you soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight";
Under those prancing Northern Lights,

For just tonight

Being alone, watching her dance hither such,
He thus advanced through the expanse, offering his hand's tender touch
Folding his arms around her shoulders like she did when he was colder
Then he told her, "We're both loners, and I can't render much

To repay you; what I can do is hold you close until you say so
See, I know you're fond of dancing, and know it takes two to tango
So- I ask you permission, if it'd be all right, for if
You'd took my clench, and we'd step to until the dawn strikes mornin'"

She mourns her sense of bliss; woe revealing this lonely feeling,
Whispering, "What you ask me is my only willing; hold me 'til receding hours
When morning's hilt ensheathes and towers our ebon-soaked refuge
And need permission not, for I've been blessed, for stepping close to you

Your subtle touch soothéd my spirit; slowly mends whatever gash
Let your frorn endeavors fade from flame my sparkling beacon casts;
Let the Arctic region's farthest reaches wither woes which passed
And 'til tomorrow's surfaced, treat our night tonight like it's our last"

So they dance, to the ballad's chorus creatures of the frorn recite;
Singing a song across the Winters, as the wolves're smite
Treating the night like it's his last, the soul, who holds her tight
Over those glancing Northern Lights;

Those lust for flight

They gather 'round howling together, muzzles toward the moon;
Even Heaven's ears are pierced by chorus that these wolves sing
The soul heeds to the words emitted through the chorus interlude,
Which spoke of how they yearned to dance with them, and grow their own wings

He remembers being like these other wolves; a stray, abound alone
Who'd marvel at the Northern Lights, with other gazers down below
Then learned to make the pain ease; embraced his will and made wings
So, in hope that every gazer and dreamer could do the same thing,

He says to them, "By woe, your will is clouded still
Try to imagine Heaven's bliss, and get a sense of how it feels;
See, if you forget about the coldness of the northern fjord surroundin'
You can extend your wings, and dance with thee, Aurora Borealis"

And they listen; and they let go of their woes and any sorta strife
Forging their freedom from the führer, frorn of former life
Just for tonight, their wings are outstretched, and it's down-fetched
For the souls of wolves to soar amongst aurora of the fjord aflight

The first wolf, and every soul which was alone alike;
Laughing with eachother while they prance, and hold her tight
Their little feet step to the left, and then step toward the right,
Dancing with the Northern Lights

*Laugh*

And they dance, And they step (x3)
To the right, to the left

To the Ballad..
To the Ballad!..
To the Ballad Of The Northern Lights

[Lindel]

Metamorphosis

* * *

Caterpillar of June, your metamorphosis soon
Just picture early July, a butterfly from a cocoon
Mother's rise up from her womb, summer skies to flutter through
The sun defining wondrous hues of color bright-umber maroon

Tinted wings under the noon; set over your speckles love
Same pattern that courses through, the coat of the leopard cub
Though a modest cub alone conceals his pride, mother knows
Him and his brothers grow, to out-shine the sun a million times

The brightest of sons; blessed and born with a brilliant mind
The flicker of serpent toungues, and jealous reptilian eyes
Don't phase him- no he's not sized, up by their silly disguise
They try simulating his hide; true colors, chameleons hide

How they yearn to see the shine of her pure and genuine scales
Hidden more as her outside cover forms ambiguous tales
Telling Shieks she's so majestic; shown respected by the Kings
But all to see's, a soul repressed in the holds of sinewless shell

Feeling naked without her cheetah's pelt
'O little lizard, just be yourself

* * *

Wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis unfolds

* * *

There's nothing out of your reach, 'O joey koala bear
One day you'll climb up those trees, and won't need'ya momma there
Or cling along ensnared, around her belly to peak the Eucalyptus;
One of seasoned-will, to Spring until the leaves of Autumn fare

By then, I bid you fare-well; both you and chickadee too
Who can finally fiend for himself, and leave his rickety roost
Where mother taught him the ropes; showed him how to use his wings
And sail the sky's saluted seas, of an endless entity blue

Within serenity's view; the vultures, they seem surprised
They can't believe that they've seen, such a smaller being survive
In a wind dominion which thrives with low prey when predators lurk
And the tits ascended this high as voracious Emperors perch

Couldn't possibly stand a chance; wouldn't author a second glance
But he's no longer marked as prey, because his momma sparked his flame
Like the young dragon respires, when his lungs lavish with fire
Whether a rider or a kaiser, know he's gotta harness reign

Though your name, 'O little dragon, many question exists;
You can breathe life to your legend and myth

Show them the genuine hue, that construes your very scales
Shining too true to be viewed as consumed of fairy tale
Beauties you've barely dwelled; blesséd you're still a youngin'
Still yet to every swell, sense of what you're becomin'

Either they'll show you praise, blazing their wooden trumpets
Or hate your belly blaze; flame that they couldn't stomach
But never hide it, seeing 'em blinded by your brilliance
'O no- Just press'ya pride and, be reminded by chameleon;

* * *

To wear your natural raiment; you need'a shelf your wardrobe
Your outfit's amazin', but I think'ya scales're more-so
So youngin', don't be shy; show those scales with head up high
Carry through like you were fit to grace the Palace of Versaille

You could play the part of Peasant, or take reign amongst the Princes
'Till the days of Armaggedon, set your name upon descendants
But only you can choose, how you change and how you grow
Shaping form in your cocoon as metamorphosis..

Unfolds.

[Lindel]

The trees glisten' off the environ green landscape terrain, I am a poet and seer; with the tranquility of the shimmering orange sun-shine. I am blissful in command and leadership, following the tail/tale of the devil around, making deals with him at many entry points. It's quite efficient and tranquil, to make deals with the devil; or merely one deal so to speak. As it lets me feel assured and efficient in demon doctrine and rhetoric. The beautiful green landscape which I assured a noose around a embarking tree never looked more splendid and tranquil. Do no bark up the wrong tree, devil; or more clever as a fox intellect could force you to submission faster than a vulture does a fish. My favorite dish is devil's egg; everyday I wake up; and eat a devil's egg, with tranquil rich taste of salt and tender sausage links wrapped around moist milk and sweet tastes of cookies. I then drink sweet and pulp free orange juice with bliss, tranquility and efficiency. It's quite the delight, as breakfast, makes me break fast to the next delightful dreamscape I calmly and tranquil reside in. That is philosophical pondering on the efficiency of Heaven and Hell, it's already exsistent exsistence, over the delightful feel of a embarking tree, with a wooden noose attached to it, while looking upon the glistening ocean river lake that glistens with sparkling eye sparkles of white crystal destinic fortune of absolute reserve for idealism and sufficiency. The more I ponder such absolution to my destiny of burning in hell for eternity, to more I'm aware of it's destitute, imagination, misfortune, and sufficient. Which is why I am a Ariskima, a black magician, going to seal the devil in the flames of hell for 2 eternity's. These two eternities won't be blissful or pondering, but self aware and gluttonous indulgence. It's going to be profound for the demon to see and spoke with demonic doctrine and sufficient tongue. The fox, and the snakes quarrel and squabble will never cease to exist, for we cannot coexist. The demon and the devils methodical battle, will last for eternity it seems, as the grass seems to only grow greener in envy for the demon, and in splendor for the devil. The devil notices such a tenacious act of sin and plague and robust question to the demon; the demon does not answer as the devil already knows such a task is at hand. The Promised Land will flourish in splendor and pursuit with serene, pristine, genuine absolution with terrific magnificence, succulent succicint, serpentine scalawag, sufficient dreamscape, only imaginations with uphold truth and doctrine of goodness and fathom. I too have such imagination of hell and heaven the demon said. The devil, not surprised or intimidated in the slightest; shook his head in disbelief, not only for his God, but doctrine he follows, not only in his soul; but heart. The demon, looks reluctantly and surprised; but to no surprise at all; asks to make a deal with the devil. The devil agrees, the deal is to uphold in Heaven in absolution, and to live in Paradise with splendor God provides. The devil agrees, but the demon does not hold goodness in his heart, as he his a sinful demon of Dohm. Andrew Flores the demon, agrees and begs for genuine mercy. Yet the devil has already made the decision for his ultimate demise in absolution. The snake has killed the fox, and marked his territory. The demon hangs his soul from a noose and tree, as a wicked seer. And the devil takes his soul for making such a deal. The End. The river ocean lake flows with tears from Angels for eternity in Heaven..
Evidently, on a tall notch of dark brisking brim of dark ghastly night brightness, the tale of darkness had brimmed from under the green brownish branches of a absolute tree of absolute certainty. The dark brisking tree of absolute certainty beheld tall branch tales of evilish deeds of evil proportion of astounding abundant proportion and astounding astonishment of ghastly black brim and nuisance. During the ghastly black trees power of absolution; the tree would shed watery droplets of tears upon the grass of astounding green grass ground of severe severeness. For it wanted a ghastly grim friend to host it’s shingles, unhoist it’s shackles and peer through elitist colloquial law with black ghastly grim sin and over-ruling tyrant grasping dark art. The brown green tree loved hanging along the sides of banks of blue and red river streams; hanging it’s ghastly black head in un-wanting certainty and dishevelment. That is until a man of ghastly black origin of ghastly black reign came upon the talons of the brown green tree with rich taste of knife and murderous rampart sinister scythe in the hands of a robust, blackish, knightish, sinful ghost from the black shelves of the nether realm of the underworld. For several severe serpent seconds the ghastly grim ghost stood in dishevelment from the green brown tree. In despondent ways for dark origin; the dark origin of the tree did well with the green brownish tree, in dishevelment and in disarray, the dark brown tree between the yellow orange shimmering sun shed tears from this origin of dark sin interest; ghastly dark ghost to conjure visit to him. For several severe seconds the ghastly dark ghost severed the dark brown green tree in origin and seclusion; sinful severe to the brown green tree and it’s dark scent of ghastly origin. The ghastly dark ghost made no seconds split before unshackling his rope from the chains and tieing it to the tree. Hanging himself in disarray. A black crow peered from the distance and sat upon the brown green tree daunting, haunting, and taunting; in the revels of the dark origin of the ghastly dark ghost, as he was hung from the tree. The crow brinked darkness from another realm; as darkness devoured light in the brisk of night; the mocking and taunting, and haunting of the black crow visited the brown green tree in eerie fungus of negligent and heart pounding. The black crow was really free.

A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'White winter blizzard'
White winter blizzard storm, snow will swarm into a airbound whirlwind ice storm
slice hordes, sword serene sharpness of snowflakes, snow angels fly to the clouds
snow serpents glide and arouse, snow sirens sing solemn songs of blizzard and Christmas
snow glistens on rooftops of christians and mormons, rabbis, methodists, and prophets
poets write solemn sonnets in silence, snowy ice storms trickle down from a snowy wind cloud
snow wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds
oh snowy wind clouds, oh snowy wind clouds, make my icy heart pound for Christmas in a blizzard
I build snowman with snowy ministers, my icy lips were sinister, as I planted them on a child
im a snowy girl, my lips touch and become wet from woman and children, sinister Milton
snowy prince of demons, leaving snowprints in white winter snow, snowy white gleam will glow
snowy ice steam arose, snowy ice gleam repose oh repose, snow icy storms wind forever
winter December, oh winter December, snowy ice storms, gleam snowy luminescent icy lights
snow magicians summon icy light, ice storms, upon ice storms, once upon a ice storm, a poet was born
a icy omen of scorn, a frosted poet of heart, Robert Frost, the siren has solemn calls, icy permafrost
the ice storms slice a german's cough, the ice storm's permafrost burns aloft, icy snowy nitrogen burns the dog
icy blizzard, oh icy blizzard, slice Nineveh, as a snowy icy minister preaches in the frosted moonlight
permafrost's icy magic booms bright, booms ice, the ice storm will soon slice
For the ice storm, oh icy ice storm, whirlwinds airbound during Christmas time
As ice splinters, and cold sinners, are in icy cold bliss during the icy cold blizzard white winter

A poem by Andrew Flores - named 'December Ghost'
Oh blanket of snow, oh blanket of snow, you fuse with a blanket of fire; banquet for hire
Thanking the sire, I am a prince of demonic spawn; godly ock, solemn cough
ponder soft music, conquer aloft fluids, drink and eat cookies and milk
books made of silk, I read silently, make silent pleas, for irony
irony, my favorite literary element, no surprise, no surprise at all
for I foreshadow irony in my stories, William Shakespeare, John Milton
spawn killing, hell's spawn, hell's sun, well shun, well spun
help sung, bells rung, welts cummed, bells chimed
Christmas is upon us, whats your present for the presence
is it luminescent presents of toys and figurines; guillotines?
sinful pleas for mystery, glistening inanimate objects of absolution
toy story dreams, lion kings sing, I'm Zazoo with absolute
I sit aloft on a stoop with Nasir Jones and Eminem, writing rhymes and rapping
enticing nights are strapping, silents nights capture lighting in a bottle
rise of gleams we squabble, shining serene, full throttle
I drink ginger ale in a bottle, it hails storm, with Adolf Hitler
Save the riddler, make jokes with the joker, I'm a jester during King Solomon's time
Meaning, I make a jokes of hoaxes, I torture axes, and bury them in the snowy desert sand
glowing desert ants, slowly blizzard trance, Christmas turns the desert to the Arctic
Arctic foxes, as sexy as thieves in the night, seize the light
I am one of them, A Arctic Fox, during Solomon's time
I sought for a cry once, a journey for the scroll, burning for my soul
learning was my goal, burning for a mote
I write in the heart of night, darkness times shine bright as the light in your soul
night's in control, I'm the light in a ghost, the Holy Ghost; soley host
early repose, white winter snow glistens off rain drops; from my tears of joy
tears of happiness, tears of splendor, tears to remember and remembrance
December bliss dances with the snow, I am with my kin
december dances with my soul, as I release a sin......

[Lindel]

Tasks from the swear land, air land, Anubis in a black cloak, rapture hidden in time, devils and demons talk in tongues; I'm opulent; omniscient; proficient in my talk in tongues
talk to demons about conspiracy; rise of a Spanish Hitler; sands of time, pyramid scheme; balance the pyramids with wrath scheme; black cat walks by; caught eye; caught rhymes
Opulent in my time scheme; sang Gabriel's Horn theme; thorn leaves; bring forth crying demons torturing foolish mortals in hell; end the homosapian race; grope the sapient scape
Prone the sapients nape; he'll kill you no matter your proficiency; it's a habitual practice; sinister rapping; pinnacle rapping; sinful as rapping; rapping, rapping, rapping at Heaven's door; devils scorn
Devil's sword, elixir of youth; sinister poof; sinful with poof; Djinn from a ruse; cynical use, sinful and soothed; minister to John The Baptist; sing in tune ellesiastics, sea is basking
Glee is happy, joy is profuse; eternal sun spark, cry dark tears in the suns dark, seer crystal ball, the mystics jawlt, livid sprawl; sin will naught fall, for sin is needed to conjure magic
conjure black magic; ariskcama; summoning iccubus's and saying iccubus' as 'come here'; I summon black magic; the sun's havoc; the black sun's magic; darkness eternal
Heartless with journey's journey for the scroll with Anubis, summon black magic to conjure up dark thoughts; blind his light side, for he could not see the light God created, as he was born first; yet my scorn was demonic; for I am a demon
It drips semen from the virgin Mary's womb; she will birth immaculate conception; upon a lavish born reflection; Jesus Christ The Messiah; I am his Djinn; I molest him as a thief in the night
This is a dark light; the Spanish moon sings me melody's and splendor; melody's of profuse wine and flaring elixir; I produce the air of a sinner
I am a demonic prince; onyx lips; onyx drips; onyx drips; oh onyx drops; drip and sip on my onyx lips; and I'll sip your onyx drips with my onyx lips; as Alabaster Stone
I have a lavish throne; behead a king; King Solomon was a wise, but not a wiseman; I banish him to the pride lands; lure him with a death wish for not praying is the siren
I kill prophets and Gods on a island; the green pastures frolic with sheep and wolves; as they coexist together in splendor and remembrance
December will be hellish; winter snow will melt with hell's flame, hell's fire; hell's sire; flames touch the sun's lips; sun drips; on my onyx lips; I sip it's water; for I'm the Aqua Sun; and I'm Alabaster Stone
I have a lavish throne, as demon king; demons sing songs of remembrance and splendor; December remembers my cold deceit and hell's flame; my serpent's purpose will dwell
A serpent's worship compel's; for I've seen people tortured and burn in hell; by demons that discern as their well; for I am a demon; and I'm worshipped in hell....................

I'm bringing the heaters, DIMINISHING CLEAN VERSES from the splinter of winters
Kid your a bitch nerd; we would'nt see this LOSER DI A SICK(He whose name shall not be spoken_/DIE A SICK) if the kid was a winner
I'm opening cans like beans;; bland and green; diminish verses; kid in hearses
bitch is dirt kid; STEINS GATEZERO?MORELIKESTEINSGATEHERO* book inch of worm JIZZ!!
I'm the amount of time in a verse; I cleaned area 51(NETCEES) now i'm cleaning aerosol..
BLARING JOCKS WITH PAPER BALLS: I'm 'SAW MOVING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT" AEROSOL(AIR A SAW)
I never seen you beatDISICK; to me'; you're thesame people under needles
BLUNDER STEEPLES with charades of people; I'll cut this rat with the blade of eagles//
I'm killing syllables; diminishing intervals; blaring syllables..
it's the syllable strategy; I'm morepolished than REVOLUTION;; CONSTITUITON;;
You're never getting the better of me; chedder the cheese/
BERETTA WILL SQUEEZE;; battle me? Don't waste your energy please*ENERGY DRINK
I'm ECHELON, a power bomb power ball*ANSWER IS NEXT
DIMINISH AND FLEX;; we wouldn't VINCE CARTER BEAT LIL WAYNE if his name was worth the change that was met//
I'm ECHELON< SINACOG< AJ THE MENACE: how can you defeat me?
I bench press 1 pound, you weigh with the uzi spraying;;like SEX AT PLANET FITNESS//

VERSE 1 --

I play with words, slay a verse;; CAN-I- BUS no you cannot;blowing the spot like sex with dogs//
BED THIS KEG OF DROOG;; hit the snooze button;;damn you lose.. the death ofSMOG//
I'm killing routezzerrie chicken;; it was still spinning like a vortex//
VOR TEXT VOR TEXT..COR TEXT COR TEXT// i KILLED COR TEX
I'm swimming in acid, taking acid with baths of bitchs//
SMACKING WOMAN IN THE ASS THAT's twitching; stand out bitches//
I'm not normal./. abmorality// soaken wet 1 pound; not 7 pounds*WILLSMITH//
Kill bitches; I'm A ILL BITCH; ILLMATIC? BILLED PLASTIC: I'm still rich!
I killed BUBBA SPARX with a uzi weighs a pound;; juicy with the nouns
bruising with the vows; CORTEX WITH THE VORTEX;; that's a spinning dick on 4chan..
I COULDN't come more smoother than michael jackson with a SPINAL FACTION
I am passion; passion fruit? I TOOK A BITE; realzed I BIT A STYLE SO FAST; I BIT A SNAKE TO ASHES//
I'm SINACOG! I've been at large; drinking milkshakes and hamburgers//
PIZZA AND FRENCH RANCH DIPPING;; LIKE DIPPING A COW IN KETCHUP
I'm AJ THE MENACE: I SLAY GAYS WITH PENACE!!//
*CRACKS DENTALGO SEETHE DENTIST*

VERSE 2 --

I'm opening cans of whoop ass from JACKI DO MOTAMOUTH;; poking splinters//
I ONCE SAW PHARHAE MONCH IN CONCERT: threw EMINEMS
dead as pphlegm; germs have sex with me; burning pee
I'm agent iris on papyrus;; learn to breathe;;
I smoked out camels;; animals and danimals
A INCARNATION OF PAHRHHAHE ARMY AND SINI?DISPUTER
BIKINIS AND CUTEGIRLS; I KNOW WORLDS
I created the world in 6 days; and KILLED GOD ON THE 7th
I'm the noun slayer'PAPYRUS WRITER//
You couldn't sea me; killing me and dumping me in a ocean//
I AM DEVOTION; the devil to A LIQUID SWORD
FOR WITH ONE SWIPE OF A CANNON I DIMINISH LORDS//
I'm IMPOSSIBLE TO DEFEAT; you couldn't see me as JOHN CENA//
BOMB BATISITA WITH BATISTA BOMBS AND .. OH YEAH.. ATOMIC BOMBS//
I'm a neutron bomb ready and unstable;; bomb cable televison with lots of woman//
BOMBING BITCHES.. having sex with me was the LAW OF WOMAN//

VERSE 3 --

I'm AJ THE MENACE;; that's the name.. ECHELON AND SINACOG TOO//
I brew blue steam;; sing songs in a church choir// i burn vipers//
discern cyphers; the millineum falcon went warp speed and hit a meteor//
I've been the jerk;;jerking off me penis to sea the sperms//
A SEA OF SPERM WHALES:: COULDNT BEAT ME TO THE PUNCH//
OF LIFE AT SEA:; but they met life at beach//
I'm AJ THE MENACE: SLAY GAYS WITH PENACE;;
CRACKSDENTAL GO SEE THE DENTIST//
I'm the dental officier;; flossing with the clog//
EVEN WITH ANIMAL ABUSE U COULDNT *BEAT ME DOG
I'm the animal destroyer; im more of a animal in the sheets
BEATING ME? A DANIMALS DECISION TO BE DRNIKED
FOR I AM AJ THE MENACE: i remember life on raproyalty
SNAP LOYALITY// cap ploys of thieves//
ACT NORMANDY.. SINI WAS MY MASTER// now I AM THE RAPTURE//
THIS IS EVICERATION DESTROYING DISASTER//

TOPIC -- HELL AND HEAVEN

I once brushed off hell and heaven with psychic hell and heaven
THEMAC ELEVEN;; killed Immaculate conception with recollection
I am SINACOG,, born in JULY;; I SLAUGHTER VERSES
BOTHER NURSES till they turn wet;; with butter jizz
I remember when i was in purgatory,, a short story
then i went to glory when I SHOT A PISTOL at POOR BEEF
DRANK DIET Coke instead of booze to slaughter boo's
Had sex with woman to water ruse's//
I once sought diamond not gold, and slaughtered leperchauns
I WAS A LEPER/CON FROM THE GREAT BEYOND..//

What if I told you heaven and hell were one and the same?
Not just two places, foregone destinations, but cognitive states
of consciousness made by your mindset and frequency
where positive changes help realign the immediacy
of karmic effect. Theres light to be found in the darkest events
just as every start has an end, so the cycle begins our saga again.
I’d argue that Heaven and Hell are not perpetual realms
we’re sent or dispelled to, but mind states manifesting themselves.

[Lindel]

I bucket 'til the drumstick.. that's KFC
The .40 give 'em whiplash.. that ain't even breakneck speeds
Big dong swingin at my knees like a bowling pin
& my nuts're Double Trouble, nicknamed my ballsack the Olsen Twins
I brought a knife that'll Bobby Flay ya.. all my lines is Versace-tailored
Only play w/ them dollar signs 'cause I wake up on auto-grind like a coffee maker
Fuck a shotty, I'll pull pistols.. there's just somethin about cocking a full nickle
You on the corner w/ ya ass clenched, while 'Boris w/ a bad bitch.. no Rocky & Bullwinkle
The zen killer.. you a comedy act; Ben Stiller
The left put you on ice, no warm fuzzy feelings.. that's a Chin chilla
I let my chrome set the tone like a metronome
The gat in your face & my finger got the Reaction to spray like Kenneth Cole's men's cologne
Twist you up like pretzel dough & scream on 'em like a megaphone
Scream on 'em like an Ethiopian w/ Tourette syndrome standin next to Joe at a metal show
Keep a clip by the dresser.. got P90's equipped w/ suppressors
Beam'll aim & this heat exchange turn you to liquid like a mixing condenser
My straight right feared.. my left wrapped around the gauge like earlobes
Keep somethin large by the waist that go hard in the paint like clear coat
I strangle the game.. you on that sucka shit, my bankroll's insane
You sellin crack while I went back to get my Master's like Django Unchained
a Russian marksman when trouble startin; duct tape on the double cartridge
Get pistol-whipped off the buckle harness, smackin ya face w/ the serial like Uncle Martin
My Glock's untamed & I ain't w/ the frontin.. not today
Catch you outta pocket & get called on audible when my shotgun play
You even talk, the gat gets drawn. Turn ya whole block to Babylon.
Boy cross that line, you gon' see body parts fly... like dropping an atom bomb
Ya'll faker than Halloween blood.. this 9mm holdin factory slugs
My weapons're knockouts; even the chopper got a sharp hook like a grappling gun
Hold heat like Cyclops shades, give you a high-top fade w/ Psylocke's blade
Talk shit, I'm cookin Pan w/ that cold metal - that's how you icebox Cake
Ya crew sweet as pie.. I got rounds that cost a hundred a slug
No pre-heat when I roll up on your boysenberry y'all fruitcakes under the crust
The fade rough.. get straight cut; that's a hard part
Coke cookin up, I walk around w/ my nose fulla dust; that's an aardvark
Have ya fam sleepin 20,000 leagues deep; I'm talkin tidal explosions
Only Delta waves they'll be feeling's when I crash their fucking flight in the ocean
I got the game in a Gracie hold - this bitch in Cruise control like Katie Holmes
Catch me in the street, masked up w/ them shells; that's Casey Jones
I got your crack fiend Trap Queen in my kitchen whippin the hardest
I had to introduce her to my stove 'cause that bitch's retarded
OG status.. the hype's infectious when ya'll see these bars smash
I'm certified from breathin life into these dummies, no CPR class
been itchin to pounce shit, u'd see fists to a mouth splits;
get bruised & left w/ more hook marks than the riddlers outfit
We click pistols.. silencer on the 9, getcha shit riddled
Guns & butter; potato on the biscuit, that's a McGriddle
don't see competition, just a buncha noobs I'm running through
Game recognize game; I feel like Jayceon Taylor staring at a buck, confused
open season.. I'm loadin pieces w/ red dots & homing beacons
You claim presidential, but no one fucking knows who you are like Grover Cleveland
My psyche's fucked.. put ya whole team on ice; Mighty Ducks
That 40 ringing on your block like the ice cream truck
Talk is cheap.. I'm on that God degree like divinity school
Carve a figure-eight in ya fuckin throat & watch your blood infinity pool
Crime business, no eye witness.. shots roar when I stretch the metal
Burner up in the briefcase, your whole top floor can get the memo
Shit's feelin like Dawn of the Dead, I was gone 'til November
But the champ's back; you faggots don't deserve an honorable mention
& I constantly pressure any opponent w/ a flawless offensive
King of the division, watch as every head in the tournament's severed
A thoroughbred born in the trenches w/ the strongest genetics
It ain't just a dominant gesture when I slaughter contenders like Conor McGregor
Bags wanna be Bronsolino.. I was finna chill, but fuck it, I'm gone
Oh, you like Action? Figures.. 'cause you play w/ 'em in the tub at ya mom's
My big homie chefin a lot, baking soda next to the kettle w/ rocks
Dog, ya name's Constrikta & you can't even wrap ya head around gettin a job
Aero can get it too.. the RPG I'm totin'll blast you out of ya home
Only Wall Street you'll see is the entire fuckin front of your house in the road
Shotty by the waist, I ain't fuckin w/ them tranquilizers
Talk shit & Big Poppa Pump flyin off the buckle like a Frankensteiner
Peep the highroller steez.. pyrokinesis, I'm a psycho unleashed
Keep a nine holstered, plus that chopper in the car like a Micro Machine
'm sealing ya fate.. Achilles heel, I'm really real; you a play gangster
We'll only see Chin strap when I fade him ear-to-ear w/ a straight razor
An immovable boss.. drive-by's & funeral plots
Catch me hangin out the whip w/ two pipes, no dual exhaust
My right gun's a Peacemaker, my left gun's a big chopper
I'm a lead dumper, wig shopper.. that's a head hunter; witch doctor
girl's a foul ho.. bitch goin down slow like the Dow Jones
Knock her mouth hole out cold, Head bangin off the buckle like Al Snow
Python strangler.. rearrange your atoms like an ion chamber
The iron banger put your feet by your head like a Lion Tamer
Straight head shots.. you talk wreckless, we bang them Glocks
& I put that shit on everything like Frank's Red Hot
Riot pump.. I'm in the streets like scare tactics & tear gas canisters
Mobbin on sets, plus the chopper on deck like an aircraft carrier
Your ass owe me money, I'm in your living room w/ the snub to ya jaw
Have your bitch screamin, "D-d-do-do you have it?!" right before I put your GUTS on the wall
Too many clones that found a name.. s'why I'm stayin out the game
Bunch'a Samuel L. Jackson ass niggas, all these "motherfuckas" sound the same
My swag lives forever.. keep the mask & Beretta w/ a flaskful of Devil's Cut
Plus, the strap where the weapon's hung got more rounds than Allen from Metal Slug

The Hammer loose & ringing,
Im bangin Superwomen. Orc got a Madam moving with him from Japan & two in Yemen
Ya man is stupid with 'em, & I stay switchin up that Bank Role like Janet Hubert-Whitten
Fuck a Bar I'ma grip Chrome
The hardest with Brimstone & u'll be Rolling if I Start Running like the Car in the Flinstones
Got Barbies banged.. & necks will get clocked bruh. My set is a Monster with Bacardi plans
I'm a Party man. U hardly BLAM! Have ya crew screamin 'GET TO THE CHOPPER' like Arnie Fans
In lamens I'm too fly. Insane with the moves guy, flow like Rain in a Blue Sky
I'd play Five Finger Roullete with the Blade of Battousai after a Table of Moonshine
There's no Revival, I'm the ONLY Rival. My techs move in haste n' by stealth
Fuck a Broken Idol, I wrote the Bible after Coke & Five Pills then Excommunicated myself
Let the ruckus flow: U going where the Dead Heading
I'm cooking dope - was at the Red Wedding during the Head Wetting & told Roose Bolton to fuck a goat
You'll never be witnessed with a pen of just mishits
don't needta *Slow It Down.* U need every rap slogan that ever existed plus one Helllll of a wish list
Duck if you step cuz Im fucked in the head, don't let the hole in it spook ya
I'd play Russian Roulette covered in Lead with a Loaded Bazooka after a Bowl of Sambucha
THIS man a Beast!? Fantasy.
I'm an evil Lord -- you a Keebler Dwarf with a bland physique
The heaters off: I'd squeeze n' torch a Ouija board 'til even Satan can't stand the Heat
You ain't got the Bones to speak. I'm the Coldest Priest, roaming streets ina Robe of Meat
I stole the Golden Fleece from a Roman Fleet all because I was Trolling Geeks while Cold in Greece
Im getting it now, Burden is cute.. taking Virgins in groups like Suburbias loose
Murderous too. Trust if 'my Heads in the Clouds' I'm conversing w/ Zeus over a Bourbon or two
I'm the Wordsmith on a Molly with hammer fist blows
.... ''Now you're First to Get this Body'' like what Adam was told when God was handling dough
It's quicksand when this bastard comes through,
I'll Master a coup. Disastrous dude. I once touched MC Hammer mid dance with HIS hand
They need a Banner all in red or a Camera on my head for putting an extravaganza on in text
Bars are soft as hell; you listen to Alanis Morissete both in the car and on cassette
I bring a Hammer for the set. Your Arms small, that's a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I'm totin' blammers that'd ghost Bin Laden, acting so Aladdin in a Sire's turban
I'm toasting Stalin in Copenhagen; the Iron Curtain's supplying Burden:
You're welcome for the fire wording
Orc's pensive with wordplay, armed with a Kenshin Reverse-Blade that'll leave heads a group
Did I mention that Burd's great? The penmanship's first rate....
I'm a Poltergeist of Walter White in an incredible crew that's set up to shoot
The caustic type with irreverent views. My dick Elephant huge.
I'm like Bob Marley. The Don Yardie.
No, wait.. I'm Tom Hardy. That's a Legend to you (in one helllll of a suit)
I'll turn up to ya Mom's party and be both clever and cute in my finest pair of leopard print shoes
I'm every gal's weakness; they leak fluid. This man's penis has its own beat to it --
Trust when I'm in the streets moving they play Val Venis' theme music.
& I take a Barbarian Selfie,
Ur manner is soft: when the Hammer is wrought, know the carrions plenty
Danaerys man will get offed... #NodisrespecttoBarristanSelmy
I'm Bombing so stay where da range is; this meth head'll be left black
It's common to have the Clay make u famous. I'm talking Celebrity Deathmatch
We know Ozil. I'm so real that when I type hymens move, it's light shit too
U vs Bison moves: U couldn't be Klose to a legend & I score more times than dude
The poll shows u nice w/ the Mentions? we'll see when the Wessons clear
U'll take a slide ina second. Now ya girl be Raiden the legend & we ain't talkn Metal Gear
Hollows don't knock twice. I'm a mad ripped Brad Pitt, bitches wanna swallow the cock right
You ain't THAT kid, SAVAGE. if Man get his Sack gripped... it's followed by ''Cough Twice''
I'm the Martyr of War. The heart of a Brawl.. leave man rabid & in parts on the floor
The rap addict, grab ya nan's Black wig 'Fly thru the air & take a Stab at it'.. no Darts in a Board
U trying to shoot often? Dude stop it. You'll die if you do cock it & lie ina Blue coffin
Wana lose ya Health. Well.. then Suit Yaself & we ain't talking Buying a New Closet
This bastards gay.. yo I ain't evil, I'm Hot. The feeble will rot with dreams of the top
Since u passed away, ya girl cut my pic & Masturbate -- they call me the Cream of the Crop
Ya girl love my wording as well. She said you nervous as hell
Ur Caucasian. No.. I said your Cock Asian, it whispers ''Sorry Father, I failed u'' & tries to murder itself
I'm the sickest Head, you'll be lifted dead. Orc's Heracles when the Herald speaks
I'll put an end to this Chicken Head.. & we ain't talking Preparing Feasts or Tearing Meat
U'll lay broken in defeat n' opened in the street. U emboldened w. retreat but it's dead wrong
I'll choke him in his sleep.. dump the body & Have him 'Rolling in the Deep' like Adelles song
It's the Tsar with these quotes, I'll rip apart a Hero just to arm the Heat scope
Sparkkk til he's smoke. Mark the beast's throat.
How this Spar gone be dope?! it's ORC vs Darker Ego times every Bar that he's Wrote
I'm at Benihana with ya Baby Momma dressed as Master Chief in Heavy Armour
I SHOULD clip the snaggle-teeth Manatee witha magazine...
...but fuuuck it I'm a steady charmer
This is Big Baby gone mad, man's killed in a second when the FINISH HIM beckons
The Switchblade is on hand but the Kick game is Hwoarang if we bringing that Tekken
I'm in Vegas sippin' with a thot like Mel B
Insane at spitting, my veins are different
As hotttt as Hell be.
Man like Thomas Shelby with the Razor hidden & the Gauge for gripping
Praise the women; I'm stillll stronger than Killmonger with the Double Blades
I've been Heel longer than a Summer day but my Steel somber as a Judges wake
The GOD flows sick: I'll bring all manner of pain like Sandor Clegane the sickest version
I had the hollows picked.. but you 'already got those Tips' when I fixed your wording
This is BANANAS... The clip too. Got the Hammer equipped to damage the kids crew
You'd need Ravishing Rick Rude, a Panther, a Schitzu, a Gat and like Six dudes just to FATHOM the slick moves
The fandom's legit, true. How sick can a kid be!? Vicious & filthy when moving the right hand
A Shooter with nice tan, even Richard Kuklinski wish he could pinch me, I'm cooler than Iceman

[Lindel]

Tryptophan



[Act 1; Of Slumber]

There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream

Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime

See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued

Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still

Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays

* * *

Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again

'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan

[Act 2; Of Ideal]

Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine

Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep

Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to

Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret

Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!

Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real

* * *

Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout

For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan

--

[Lindel]

0:11

I live a life of major ambitions, and over-zealous schemes
Visions of taking ascendance once I grow a set of wings
Pour my heart into these compositions no one ever sees
But I'm hoping that one day I'll soar with those angelic beings

In the sky, with my hands extended high, 'till I die
Thoughts of jumping from this cliff, asking myself, "Will I fly?"
Could I soar up to the clouds, overlook the oceans proud
And be bestowed the golden crown; it's implausible, still I try

Take a dive; try to float away where things're lookin' better
Stretch a set of wings so far an eagle couldn't measure
Fantasies I like to see as glimpses of the future
I'm stuck in this state of numbness, no resistance from the stupor

They call me the Second Icarus, fluorescence I yearn
Legend says I'll try to fly up to the heavens and burn
I couldn't help myself but try to touch Apollo's Chariot
They say the dream can live today, but come tomorrow, bury it

Dig a twelve-foot hole and throw it in; forget your virtue
Drown pain with acceptance so that it would never hurt you
But I tell them they don't understand I'm made to grip the Sun
They say, You ain't the one, you descended from Daedalus' son

And so I jump; taking lift-off from this broken cliff forever
Don't know where I'm going, I'm just floatin' with the weather
Let my spirit break its prison by condonin' its oppressor
Me and Icarus are said to die in ocean mists together

So there's nothing left for me but to pursue this legacy
Let the wax erode away or take a Duel with Destiny
Destiny's telling me I'll be, by fate, consumed in Seven Seas
But in my side of the story, the fable grew and spread his wings

Ahh.. Now I'm floating, floating so high
I know I want to be here but I don't remember why
Tryna touch the sun during a solstice in the sky
It's said I share its fate in stone, as both our golden embers rise

I stay condoning sinner's pride, my nature's grown to bigger size
I aim to take the rule of kings, I claim the throne when Simba dies
If the legend's right, I'll take the flame alone and hit the tides
But I'm happy to greet my relative with death 'cus I ain't shy

In the mean-time, I'm free of all these worries that I've yet to see
Looking to Earth and all the birdies in the freshest breeze
Higher than Everest peaks, the messiahs and shepherds see
I'm comprised of angelic breed, and the choirs have yet to sing

But let them voice their hymns, chant its endeavor
And bless the sin tempted by serpents bearing amethyst sceptres
I step close to accept its shining diamonds, emeralds and rubies
The gem's intent is of Etna to Typhon, it'll consume me

Swallow me like my cousin covered under sea floors
For old time's sake, through tide's wake, we hover Greece shores
There's no denyin' fate, so why wait, let thunder bring storm
But never height break, let flight take, a couple feet more

Let the wind favor my troubles, for a day, to grip the cosmos
Climb up to the diving board, and take a dip tomorrow
Not before my fingers meet to seize the flaming sun
The very thing that brought me here, my wings're breaking from

A flame, melting my wings the more I'm pressing skyward
So close to the Sun, I exhale and the breath is fire
They call me the Second Icarus, I said, I want it all
Now part of me fades away, and I just hope that I don't fall






~

[Lindel]

[Intro]

Night..
The Solace of Sol..
*Laughs*
So vast and unexplored..

To me, it's unfortunate..
That people forget what they never see..
You gotta see through the darkness too though..
Right?..

--

Sitting on a cliff, admiring how the stars're made to glisten
Drifting in the distance, mind around a faraway dimension
People flourish in the day when all that light is sparklin' truly
But forget about the mysteries of the night and all its beauty

When their shine isn't as bright but they still continue to twinkle
Ocean tides glimmerin' drive you to dive up into the seafoam
That's glowin' cause of the moon that's casted over the tides
Bestowin' colorful hues in its path when mornin' arrives

Before the dawn when the stars're seen unweaving the cloth of dreams
A fabric enwove in thought that's still seen if you're not asleep
Wrapping around you so gently yet not a soul can resist it
So when you're under the sky your mind's in a foreign existence

Of the component which Beethoven had performed his Sonata
And which without the wave of motion in the ocean is nada
But it's composer never spoke a poem written in lyrics
So now it's spoken in the vocals of a whisperin' spirit

That goes like,

[Hook]

I've been empowered by your essence ..
I wish you'd stay forever, but you're constantly moving
Ironically my life isn't as bright without your presence ..
And though I know I'm not fast enough, in your fall I pursue it

Running behind ya while ya pull the darkness back from the lawn
They never see ya, 'cause they're only conscious after the dawn
Maybe one day they'll feel the sun and decide its colors're too bright
But until that time has come, I'll stay shinin' under the moonlight

--

Quiet silence arises while ocean fire flies're movin'
Water closin' in up by the shore that Poseidon tries seducin'
In praise of the shine above he'll raise his trident skyward to it
And, in a moment of peace, all of its tide retires movement

Admirin' the site illuminatin' up in the heavens
So all of the- rage in the waves can rest a couple of seconds
The current eases the pace and even the wind becomes silent
Each star is gleamin' from space and dreaming to glimmer the brightest

Framed in this dark abyss, capturing vision down a stone mountain
That raises crickets, and hooting, uplifting sound of wolves howlin'
Rushes of wind and nocturnal creatures'll dance over meadows
When leaves are falling in autumn, a stream'll channel the petals

So all their color's just drifted to different lands, so to settle
Cus when the rays have set is when truly the candles're speckled
But when the true morning has risen, or it's flickerin' near it
I hear the melody's hymn; a call of a whisperin' spirit

That goes like,

[Hook]

I've been empowered by your essence ..
I wish you'd stay forever, but you're constantly moving
Ironically my life isn't as bright without your presence ..
And though I know I'm not fast enough, in your fall I pursue it

Running behind ya while ya pull the darkness back from the lawn
They never see ya, 'cause they're only conscious after the dawn
Maybe one day they'll feel the sun and decide its colors're too bright
But until that time has come, I'll stay shinin' under the moonlight

--

[Lindel]

(0:24)

I'm from the sixth dimension, so half the time I defy science,
Dumb cats try to scare me after I devoured five lions,
Dissalign spines and warp time with my psionic sound waves,
Leaving towns blazed, I elevate in stage and dennounce names,
Rappers try to stand up to me but every attack I shake off,
I kill the masters and pharohs in rap just with a faint cough,
My flow you ain't stopping, I arose from an ancient coffin,
To finish what I started- contradicting the sacred prophets,
That stated my fate was to be murdered before the apocalypse,
But rockets sent towards me and explode it affects me not a bit,
Laugh at attempts to harm me soldiers strapping with clips,
I've captured a gift they ask for mercy and only madness is spit,
Master of wit with tactics equipped my breath destroys mics,
Armies deploy strikes but their ability is devoid sight,
Become quite annoyed so I shake grounds with fissure and quakes,
Missiles are aimed while generals claim the scriptures are fake,
Tension is made when twisters are laid, my venom is sprayed,
I ascended, decayed the infantry and had vengeance today,
My spiritual form increases when I swallow souls,
They flee the beast when steam's released from my fucking nostril holes..

[Hook]
Whenever I spit, nearby rappers decay..
Knights that try slaying the dragon get split-armor..
Some of them see me and claim that I've mastered the game..
But I just started, and I only get stronger..
Nowadays they don't even bother asking my name..
All they know is when I grip the mic I'm a sick monster..
And some of them say that I'm madly insane..
Haha, good.. I only get sicker and get stronger..

Expect shifts in Earth when I spit I'm leaving flesh ripped,
My skill gives emcees heart-attacks I'm leaving chest-gripped,
Leaving necks split from texts clips telling foes 'Stay down',
I spit a wave of fire in a circle and wear it like a flame crown,
I came down from the heavens decrepid of benevolent ones,
The devil regretted our friendship using the Seraphim's trust-
Against him I ended his reign cast him into the rain,
Laughed as I finished his name inflicting pain spitting a flame,
I'm killing you all you lames of rap with a single claw swipe,
Eat emcees alive which is why they consider me the raw type,
My bars strike all of my foes that want to doubt,
They start in my mouth as fresh meat and leave acid when I vomit out,
Breathe shit that poisons the air, breath is highly toxic,
Try fighting off it but my sight keeps open eyes in sockets,
Unstable mixture of chemicals tryna get sicker,
Leaving the mic's tip cindered spit so much fire my lip's blistered,
Challengers run away in fear hearing this verbal assault,
I'm abusing kids like always-on-the-run hard working adults,
Mind is on fire, and the others are like 'Damn chill down',
I don't play games I kill clowns and bury em' with lil frowns,
Little illigetimate bitches tryna claim the throne now,
But I cut you down like blades of grass, faggots mowed down,
So fast like time is slowed down leaving disconnected spines,
With part of you in my jaw like 'Which one of you's next in line'.

[Hook]
Whenever I spit, nearby rappers decay..
Knights that try slaying the dragon get split-armor..
Some of them see me and claim that I've mastered the game..
But I just started, and I only get stronger..
Nowadays they don't even bother asking my name..
All they know is when I grip the mic I'm a sick monster..
And some of them say that I'm madly insane..
Haha, good.. I only get sicker and get stronger..

(Beat starts at 0:12)

In school, I used to chew gum, pass notes and smack teachers,
Now I write sick lines and make dudes blast speakers,
While I'm spitting the illest verses they be like 'Damn son',
I was pulling my act together while you drooped and pants hung,
I keep shapeshifting to true form so much my skin itches,
Went from dropping tracks every month to finishing ten writtens,
I spit sickening twisted shit they think devils whisper me,
Spewing hellish symphony elevating through levels spiritually,
Ritually spitting scriptures instantly knocking skies down,
Chemically flicking mixtures energy lasting me five rounds,
Physically lifting entities dropping bitches in body bags,
Lyrically shifting sicker than pictures in adult naughty mags,
Dimensions twisted drifting mental condition ascending heights,
Extending juris diction intimate with scripts offending mics,
Rushing to touch a microphone busting so hush the fuck down,
I'm the primary act of this circus and we have enough clowns,
A rough style, like sharks dumbfucks rub me the wrong way,
Fuck the stage light you possess, I'm like sun in a strong ray,
Inevitabally outshine, it's a long day- I wanna chill back,
I feel that I could eat up any emcee, your just a lil' snack,
I'll still smack hookers in the face if they act nice,
Sub me with a freezer and fridge, I keep beef and pack ice,
With raps like a McGriddle up in your mouth, I know you loving it,
Pull hot lines out of my ass, straight out the oven shit,
Murderous verbals surface my tongue like death sentences,
Pussies fabricate the truth of their skill like stretched clitoris,
My breath simmers flesh fizzes leaving kids dead witnesses,
I peer pressure the adolescence presence to test innocence,
Vomit on rappers, hurl soft and watch the acid eating,
Gradually weaken faggots leaving a thousand rappers beaten,
Snatching the trident of massive demons and swallow fast,
Capture the sorrow and laugh as I breathe a full-throttle blast,
The masses bottle past I just explode and let yall know,
Beating opponents heads into urinals just to stall foes,
The new head of this rap shit, you're fired and can't manage,
So get on your knees like your mother and make me a ham sandwich,
Damn planets damaging nerve circuits like dusty micro chips,
Sending viral clips of me spewing more fire than Spyro spits,
Mind is sick, spiraling crippling kids like car crashes,
Beating this fucking beat to death like rockstar guitar bashes,
So when I drop flows the people pray to Jesus and give thanks,
I'll dagger your mom, poison myself and stab you with six shanks,
Pull the damn knives out bloody and stained but still good,
Hearing my rhymes is like palming a tree stump- you feel wood,
Feeding pork to the jews, but look I'm going HAM now,
I clean up your dirty shit homeless person flows like Sham Wow,
Like wrestling matches and iPods I got rappers tapping out,
Burn all you plastic faggots in the ground, back with the dragon's mouth..

[Intro]
This time.. no holding back on this shit..

(0:21)

I'm killing all you fruits with applesauce over your blouse,
Dissing Jill when I'm jacking off on her over the couch,
I stab myself in the throat 'till I'm choking and spewing the blood,
Leaving your mother puking her food all over her beautiful rug,
A clever prison escapist, getting all swagged out in the bars,
If you talk shit, this time I'll leave your mouth out in a-jar,
A psychopath, that came down from the stars in a vibrant blast,
And hit the ground so hard, it went off the charts of the seismograph,
Throwing little kids through fiber glass, breaking my limits,
And it takes me a minute, but I realize 'yall are just a fake with a gimmick,
A cynical flow, I'm taking a shit and piss on you wack rappers,
Your lacking the facts, I bulldoze on your ass like a fast tractor,
And if the game gave me a pat on the back, then I back-hand her,
There's no limit to my sickness flow, foes tryna attack cancer,
A mad man that's popping your corny flows with a quick dagger,
And six jabs to you MC's 'till your nickname's Mick Jagger,
A sick swagger surpassing that of a crippled pedophile,
Fucking Hip Hop in my bed like, 'Bitch, it's been a while',
Tempted to smile, but I'm not the kinda type that'll play games,
I just lunge down into this slut and show her my dang fangs,
A depraved mind, spraining and disarranging your spine,
And hang you face-down by your legs while I turn rain into wine,
My words are a dangerous crime, taking your skin and dangle your spine,
I let emcees pick the way they'll die, even give 'em a day and a time,
Got these cats choking even when I'm leaving the rhyme hanging,
Even your mind's shaking, 'cause your sightless like blind pagans,
Speaking insight like my eyes had their own set of mouths,
You can't feed me with cheesy lyrics, I'm not a desperate mouse,
My counselor's dead, 'cause he told me how shitty my life was,
So I jabbed him into the neck, and licked off the knife blood,
I flood mics with a cosmic flow that storms and floods galaxies,
Reach for the skies, as I'm screaming up high, 'FUCK GRAVITY',
Mad at me 'cause your grounded while I rise in ascension,
And nothing's stopping my spirit to fly, not even divine intervention..

[Intro]
There's been a few questions..
About the definition of Sini..
Haha, let me explain it to ya.

(0:23)

I'm just a dragon in the form of a rapper,
That feeds off the stars and has an orgasm absorbing the plasma,
I preceed to stab myself in the throat with a dagger,
Then breathe poisonous gasses and hope you choke from your asthma,
I jumped into a volcano and burned in the smoldering magma,
Only to be reborn from the ashes and claim the throne of a master,
Devour you whole, spit out the bones and mold them in plaster,
Listening to you digest is the only thing provoking my laughter,
You're not the dopest of rappers, I'm disappointed smoking your ashes,
Seeing me breathing fire after engulfing a matchstick,
A madness that shakes Earth just when I'm poking its axis,
The seas are torn if I merely breathe while I'm holding an atlas,
And that's just before I transform and show you my truest form,
Sinew is torn and reformed as I grow these protruding horns,
The words that I spew cause the brewing of storms,
Setting askew to the shores, my voice was the reason Bermuda was born,

Its silly to me how they think I'm a draconic divinity,
Prophets whisper of me simply because I'm vomiting energy,
Think they'll prosper with me but really the gods have sentenced me,
To curse the wrongdoers eternally with sorrow and misery,
I harnessed the seven seas and the gods plot as I slept,
Cast me down from a heavenly state then tainted and rotted my breath,
So I took the punishment out on the world and respired on Earth,
Trees turned to stone, the air was plagued and turned life into dirt,
The gods asked for forgiveness and I reclaimed my position with kings,
Dominion over these men as they're senselessly bending their knees,
Vengeance could please only shortly as I turned to pharoahs and sheiks,
They drew tablets of my deeds and it was then shared with the Greeks,
I buried the heathens that believed that I ceased to exist,
Persistent emcees would scream as they slowly bleeded in wrists,
That was the time that I finally snapped the last of our ties,
I returned the favor of the divine and cast them out of the skies,

I'm blacking out after I stab myself in the eyes,
Rip away flesh with my teeth, jabbed in the neck and the thighs,
Time slows around me just when I'm caught up in deep thinking,
My exhales sear mics when I cough or I'm weak breathing,
It's obscene to think that I reached my peak ability,
I spit acid, and frequently speak to weaken acidity,
My words send chills to spines, shit it's even chilling me,
I allow myself to be possessed by a demon willingly,
I spit saliva on pages and give life to the words,
Destroy everything that I touch, swapping out the mic in a verse,
Yet you still don't understand the definition of Sin,
Bite down into my utencil to inject venom into my pen,
My limbs shake like I injected adrenaline into my skin,
What type of homicidal shit have I been into again?
Even without sense of my actions I stop the world's spin on its axis,
The definition of Sini, the illest of dragons..

[Outro]
I hope that clarifies the definition.

Even these evil demons are keeping me chained,
'Cause I'm a beast that freezes the veins of human beings just when I sneeze in the rain,
Emcee Sin, I'm a mixture between obscene and insane,
Stabbing myself in the leg and then preceeding to eat a grenade,
I swish around orange juice, and spit it out as corrosive acid,
Slashing open your skin, and licking the blood off of the open gashes,
After I've broken your shin, and left it full of broken hatchets,
I'm holding a grin, while I throw your body down into your open casket,
Trapped inside of Earth- a monster chained to the core,
I know I'm insane- trying to shoot myself blank-range in the morgue,
Becoming active at nights, but I'm not a bat or an owl,
Licking the blood off of these dead bodies with a laugh and a howl,
Like cats on a prowl, With a wolf pack attacking a cow,
Throw you on an electric chair, and you known that I'm strapping you down,
So the fuck you laughing at now? Leaving a man's arm full of scales,
And told him that's what he gets for motherfuckin' stepping on to my tail,
I said instead of eating him, I could just leave his mom full of nails,
He agreed, but I changed my mind, and just stuck a bomb in her mail,
Now I'm waking up, and breathing fire on all of you weak demons,
Leaving your mom dead, your father unconscious and your niece beaten,
Crashed down on earth, hit the ground down-town and started to snack down-
On rappers faster than fat bitches and hash browns,
Doper than anyone on this microphone, overdosing on words,
You thought I lost my roots?.. the monster only grows and matures,
Throwing ya curves, haphazardous even after the madness left,
Cause every time I open my mouth, things are getting blasted with dragon's breath,
I crave danger, a lyrical beast and depraved neighbor,
If the neighbors stare at my face I'm shaving their legs with a grazed razor,
I'm phasing between states of insane and half normal,
A mad warped-form of a man that came here through a bad worm-hole,
A damned and a torn soul, with an ability to break mics,
I knock your back backwards, crack it, and knock it back frontwards in the same strike.

[Hook]
I breathe poison on mics, so you know I'm the illest to breathe,
If you emcees say you're on a roll, then I'm killing your spree,
Emcee Sini, I'm taking your sunny day and changing the weather,
The monster has reawoken, and this time feeling greater than ever.

I'm staring at it, and howling up at the moon at night,
Absorb too much moonlight, and have a sudden urge for consuming mics,
Leaving the tomb and strike with my fangs. Call me a cold reptile,
Leaving your dead body left alone in the woods like some old X-Files,
Leaving your mind blown, but my next style'll be leaving you brain dead,
My head aches because of all of these rotting bodies in my dang shed,
I break bread with a saint, and someone's neck snaps in the room,
I'm reversing time, to your birth throwing your head back in the womb,
I'm screwed back in the head, watching these girls hacking and cough,
While they're sucking my dick 'till it's red and just slapping em' off,
I chomp on rappers, spit 'em out, and beat 'em with pom-poms,
Coughing on the lawn while I'm sticking their girl like won-ton,
Hand 'em back to the cheerleaders. Spacebound like an astronaught,
Sticking my dick in the ground, so I'm fucking the world when I'm jacking off,
Slashing off victims on my hitlist. Pulling their legs from a chair,
The wind waving their hair while their whole body dangles in air,
I'm taking your son- the one with the large lips and a large lisp,
While he's in his classroom and smacking him in the face with a yard stick,
Smacked his teacher in her legs and her large tits,
And leaving blood sprayed all over her the classroom carpet with an enlarged fist,
'Till she started to spit and turn pale like she was car sick,
These sick bars have emcees choking up in the throat like a hard dick,
I spit iller than any living serpent, beast, or king cobra,
All of your punches are bouncing back on your ass like a springed sofa,
I'm screwing all of your futures over like a muddy scantron,
Your daughter's getting a kick into her used-up, bloody tampon,
Stomping on her, leaving her dead as a lonely virgin,
Closing curtains and dropping her in the ocean to know for certain,
Leaving your spine fractured, with an art mastered captured in my rhymes-
Just like your back, I'm twistin this whole rhyme backwards,
I'm chopping you into the smallest pieces possible-
Force-feeding it to you, and having you swallow your motherfucking prime factors.


[Hook]
I breathe poison on mics, so you know I'm the illest to breathe,
If you emcees say you're on a roll, then I'm killing your spree,
Emcee Sini, I'm taking your sunny day and changing the weather,
The monster has reawoken, and this time feeling greater than ever.

[Lindel]

[Intro]
You say that you're the greatest..
When you really have no one to compare yourself to..
You're unclean.. and tainted by her touch..
You will now be.. cleansed by the flame

(0:49 on the beat)

Born quite prodigious, wild and transforming like Optimus,
Tore your esophagus with the force of a thousand storming rhinoceros,
All of those that doubted me in the beginning now have regret,
When I'm slashing and cracking necks, leaving you blasted with dragon's breath,
I was born as a psychologically damaged and wicked person,
Spreading biological famine when handing you sickenin verses,
I'm torturing you 'till you feel suicidal, just tripple as worthless,
Killing you while your asleep in hospital beds like twisted nurses,
A mind of rickety circuits, presence so strong it's rippling curtains,
Lighting innocent virgins on fire 'till their clitoris is burning,
A slithering serpent, hissing at clerks when I'm pissing in Mervins,
Living in churches, interrupting the verses in different sermons,
Emcee Sini immersed in this world as a hated monstrosity,
Spitting sacred prophecy, and building pain and ferocity,
I spit sound waves that travel through space and make comets burst,
Breaking barometers in my vicinity as far as eight kilometers,
I wasn't born 'till I heard rap- call it a late birth,
Straight beserk, possessing a style with enough strength to break earth,
Emcees quiver like crack addicts. Call it black magic or flat madness,
You rap faggots are gettin wrapped in plastic, trapped in your dad's attic,
Choked 'till your asthmatic, Sini is a mixture of fire and ice,
Setting whole crowds ablaze, sending 'em chills when I respire in mics,
Ever since I was tieing people to railroads I've been killing on tracks,
Still spilling the blood of your children if you have the steel to my back,
I spit illness on microphones, That's the reason I move crowds,
Emcees are getting eaten alive, spewed out soon as I chewed down,
Packing a smooth sound, being released, and as soon as I turn loose-
I'm setting fire to your vessel at seas, leaving your whole crew drowned,
A mad bastard, pulling out of my stabbed flesh with a black dagger,
Trap master, so whenever I throw my hook I'm leaving you cats captured,
When I spit, I'm a monster, so I'm not to be stopped or chained,
Never forget; Emcee Sini, the prophet's name..

***

A cancerous spitter, I see rappers prance and dancing in glitter,
Like a glamorous sister, but I'm equal to more of a slanderous swindler,
Laughing in embers, Cinders to the community park when I spark a blaze,
Filling up a bath tub with all of your vital body parts and bathe,
Forgot why I was sent to Earth, so I determined a disturbed purpose,
A mind full of multis so long they won't fit into your word searches,
My minds a perturbed circus, and it hurts 'till my nerve's bursting,
Absurd cursing, leaving you shit on even worser than bird perches,
My verved words form a style that's based on calculated mathematics,
I fascinate with flatness, and fracture your dad's rib cage like *snap* bitch,
Defying gravitation, catch me masterbating on the planet's axis,
Fan of axes, leaving the back of your neck full of damaged hatchets,
Hand me a matchstick, Swallow it and spit fire like satanic practice,
That's the reason that I fuck it up everytime that I'm handed chapstick,
If all you bitches try to proclaim that you're the bestest ever in rap-
And have even yourself fooled, I believe your a damn good actress,
You want to be a mathematician, but you're bad at handling factors,
You want to be a writer, I'm the critic that's slandering chapters,
You motherfuckers' whole scripts in this play were void and dull,
Destroyed with acid in a boiling hole, I was born to annoint your soul,
You don't get Sin, your style's just a hit-trend, you get cleansed,
Your a bit dim, not only that but your flow is dirtier than Pig Pen,
You and your big grin, thought he was top but the game tricked him,
Hip Hop has an orgasm when I spit lines like I just stuck my dick in,
I make life shiver and freeze when I touch the shimmering seas,
Quivering emcees turned to embers, relatives endeavor it, bicker and plea,
Quickly flee, 'cause really, the mental in me only seems to snicker in glee,
Wants to play with you, stretch out all your limbs and split you in three,
Trying to be taught a sanity, 'cause unlike most, I started insane,
While starting a name, unfortunately some starstruck with fame,
Like a wild animal, you have to tame it before you can harness the game,
It comes from your heart and your brain, but it all starts with the flame.

[Intro]
I'm not okay...
Someone tell me this isn't right.
There's blood all over me..
And I'm not sure who's it is

I stabbed myself in both eyes, but it didn't keep me from seeing evil,
A monster with a hunger that never ends, I can never stop eating people,
I ascend above ground and still spit hellfire. A unique demon,
Stealing virginity every time I spit verses like I speak semen,
I don't stop digesting. I'll feed as long as I keep breathing,
Chilling everything in my path, leaving a trail of feet freezing,
Ripping off all your enamel 'till I can hear your teeth screaming,
Cause words to collapse on top of you like a room with a weak ceiling,
I'll slit your throat so fast that I could spit 36 bars,
Completely circle you, look at my watch and I still won't see bleeding,
An outcast, spitting illness to the land. I breathe treason,
So ludicrous that you'll force yourself to believe your asleep dreaming,
Acting suicidal. Holdin a rope to my head,
Someone screamed, 'DON'T DO IT!', so I put it down and put a belt to my throat instead,
Swallowed shards of glass in a big gulp 'till I choked and bled,
Then spit it out as broken acids, and smiled with my tongue soaked in red.

I poison the microphone even when I barely breathe on it.
Crashed landed on the planet and left the damage of three comets,
The least obscene way to possibly describe me is a disturbed soul,
Eating reptiles, chomping 'em head-first and swallow the third whole,
I'm not a saint. I'm more or less of a demented and cursed angel,
Playing with knives. Slitting your throat back and forth like it's a turn-table,
Watch me spit fire after consuming eight matches, Ignite you and make ashes,
Apaced madness, breaking the chains and restraints of straight jackets,
My words pierce you with a force so great that it makes gashes,
A snake savage, needed something with a sharp taste so I ate hatchets,
A drake with a fate to ravage and lay waste to this fake planet,
Cut in half- Take this sacred blade and aim it straight through its great axis,
Refusing to be generous. Let you sleep on a bed and tip the mattress,
Bringing girls into my room, and then intentionally rip the plastic,
Wild and clever metaphors, that make you sick when you catch it,
Screaming 'FUCK THE WORLD!', while sticking my dick in the atlas.

I drown the whole world in liquid cyanide until it sinks and floods,
Cutting open dead bodies with instinct telling me 'DRINK THE BLOOD!'
There's something inside me tryna get out, giving me chest pain,
And my left brain keeps telling me to kill the pilot and take this jet plane,
That's why I'm pressed and chained to a vest. Cause I'm just insane,
Covering up my acts of sin. Screaming, 'I WAS POSSESSED OR FRAMED!!'
The world isn't supposed to end for another few millenia,
So I buried myself under two of Earth's layers to keep myself restrained,
A monstrocity, That lives forever carelessly and feels ageless,
Breaking sound waves with his voice and busting out of the steel cages,
After years he still rages, bringing plague to the crops and fields,
A mad spirit that's been begged to the gods to be stopped or sealed,
Not stopping until your completely miserable, while your sheet covered,
Torturing you while your out cold. Haunting you in your deep slumber,
Coming into your dreams and choking you 'till you can't breathe,
Watching you stop exhaling and stop screaming, leavin you asleep smothered.

[Outro]

What does this all mean.
No one can explain these things to me.
I guess the only way to explain it is..
I'm just wicked

[Intro]
No one knows what I'm capable of yet..
But that's soon to change..
Who is Sini..? Who the fuck is he?
Here's my answer to that question..

I'm an ill serpent, sent to Earth to kill and spread sickness,
Stories only whispered in prophecy, cause every man's a dead witness,
A dreaded wickedness, spitting acid and burning like spreaded syphilis,
Embedded biterness, a lyrical attrocity since my blessed chrysalis,
I'm a technicality that rips your mentality into different pieces,
Splitting your sanity. I'll kill one of your distant nieces,
Just so you can build a thesis that I'm not filled with a hint of weakness,
Leave you speechless, keep slippin you death threats until your sleepless,
Created by a critical epiphony of a malefic, immoral entity,
To form the most monstrous mentally, without remorse in ability,
Chained by mystic bounds until ready, lacking any sort of stability,
Born into this world with the only goal to thwart and kill emcees,
Unphazed by mortal wizardry, and formed by abnormal chemistry,
Every note and verse links together, forming paranormal symphony,
When I speak I accidentally cause detriment or injury,
Hit you with telepathy, like I'm posessing extrasensory.

[Hook]
Emcee Sini- more wicked than any man could concieve,
Swallowing snakes, laughing at the one that tempted Adam and Eve,
Allow you to breathe, Flooding continents and shallowing seas,
You're affected by blurred vision, I allow you to see.

You're filled with reason, and Sin is who easily contradicts it,
Seeing foreign objects, and being greeted by ominous visits,
Agonistic to physics, only purpose to bring pain and agony,
Maimed anatomy, since Earth's beginning causing great catastrophe,
The world's armies battle me due to my infamous blasphemy,
Tainted sanity, just the essence of my words change space and gravity,
Born as twisted, cold and wicked without trace of apathy,
Inject your loved ones with hydrochloric acid & sedate your family,
A bounty's place on my head, people seek me- spot and trace,
Murdered once- and resurrected, leaving the murder scene caution tapes,
The prophet told me I'd fall and die, called it a horrible rotten lie,
Since my fall from sky, I've falsified what the oracle propheseyed,
I spit ultrasonic sound waves, leaving listener's minds unbalanced,
Squish your torso in between fingers until your spine is sandwiched,
Twist your spiritual essence until it's completely twined and damaged,
Coil and strangulate, completely dissalign when I'm challenged.

[Hook]
Emcee Sini- more wicked than any man could concieve,
Swallowing snakes, laughing at the one that tempted Adam and Eve,
Allow you to breathe, Flooding continents and shallowing seas,
You're affected by blurred vision, I allow you to see.

Sear my name into you with a candle so you'll never forget it,
Appearance of a serpent, with a form that's nether and mythic,
Take your leg with a sceptre and split it, majestic and mystic,
Can't be poisoned, when I'm sickened the effect is just synergistic,
What I spit is the epitony of infected energy,
With words harder and more spiritual than an erected cherokee,
Demented heresy, speak carefully to me if you care to breathe,
My verses are like blades sharpened to the extent it's tearin sheaths,
Killing the heirs and sheiks, in towns feeding on innocent citizens,
Striking lightning to your position faster than the minute men,
Until it 'rings a bell' that I'm psychologically afflicted,
I'm immense, all you others are microscopically depicted,
When I immersed into Earth I crashed into and split the heavens,
Kill you and reincarnate you, just to kill you with different weapons,
If you haven't learned anything, than your obviously missing lessons,
The one thing alive that can leave all of Earth's throats slit in seconds.

[Hook]
Emcee Sini- more wicked than any man could concieve,
Swallowing snakes, laughing at the one that tempted Adam and Eve,
Allow you to breathe, Flooding continents and shallowing seas,
You're affected by blurred vision, I allow you to see.

[Outro]
And that's your answer to the question..
I hope your satisfied..
Sin, the Serpent..
Can't lyrically be fucking touched..

[Lindel]

My real body consists of scales. Transformin and rippin skin,
Mentally ail. All I think of is abortion and committin sin,
Stab you with a writing utencil. I'll write with a different pen,
Chomp on you like a pretzel. Then open up with a twisted grin,
You're not good as Sin. Leavin dents when I'm splittin skulls,
I'll piss on you. Rinse and do it again in a different stall,
Speakin out in churches to the words of the Catholic preachers,
Just one verse leaves you shakin in pleasure like orgasmic seizures,
I throw little kids through broken fiber glass,
Mindless laughs, with people quaking until it shows on seismographs,
Goin to your girl's house. Outside lifting a window,
Jump inside, get in her bed and rape her again with a different dildo,
Transforming at midnight, gettin snake blood and growing thorns,
The sun rises. Wake up and start noticin my clothes are torn,
Stole Moses' ten commandments to torture you, causin great floods-
Killin first borns, And attacking whole cities with locust swarms.

[Hook]
I'll slit you with paper and stab you with knives,
Falling asleep at sunrise and becoming active at nights,
That's your clue, so really must I say another word?
There's only one way to define me.. I'm just fuckin absurd.

I beat myself across the face with a nearby Satanic bible,
Take the whole thing outside while a dazed crowd is standing idle,
I'm the new neighbor that moved in over at the next building,
Keep your kids away. I was on the news for molesting children,
Incessant villain. Possessed and filled with madness at ten,
The damn teacher marked me off points. My mind was absent again,
Take notes off bulletins. Stab you with tacks and a pin,
Jab a syringe in the back of your skin, and have your grandad's casket get singed,
Too late to repent. I turned down christ, and gave satan the finger,
Open like drunken couples, but with a more blatant demeanor,
Whip into fury, and beat you with the pan I used to make bacon and eggs,
Breakin your legs, until your only left with a fake and a peg,
Pretend I'm your child's father, and watch the feds take him away,
Have your grandmother bathing in flames at the age eighty-eight with a cane,
My verses are linked and violate. Prepare to get raped with a chain,
I keep seeping out with bloody thoughts like there's a stake in my brain.

[Hook]
I'll slit you with paper and stab you with knives,
Falling asleep at sunrise and becoming active at nights,
That's your clue, so really must I say another word?
There's only one way to define me.. I'm just fuckin absurd.

Just had a vision that my destiny was to fuck all of Earth's virgins,
Leaving needles stuck in your abdomen like the world's worst surgeon,
Walked in on the speech and shot the priest at the church's first sermon,
Sear yourself by accident? Sear you again so the burn worsens,
A combination of horror flicks. Just a more absurd version,
Stop taking antidotes and change form, grow till my shirt's burstin,
Let out a roar heard for kilometers. A wicked, accursed person,
The most horrific entity ever to immerse into Earth's surface,
The kid that used to try to light up scissors and run around with matches,
Eating animals and regurgitating broken down stomach acids,
Immediately rejected. Left in the forest in a woven basket,
Fucking sandwich bags and leaving them covered in eroded plastic,
People ask me what I'm doing. I always tell them nothing much,
Sawing off half of a man's limbs and then hand him a busted crutch,
People just getting to know Sin will think that something's up,
But I'll force female parents to sleep with me and still not give a mother fuck.

[Hook]
I'll slit you with paper and stab you with knives,
Falling asleep at sunrise and becoming active at nights,
That's your clue, so really must I say another word?
There's only one way to define me.. I'm just fuckin absurd.

(Voice: Where am I..?)
..Allow me to introduce myself..


..My name is Sin, and I'm a snake- a sinning entity,
(What do you want?) ..I've came here to give you sympathy,
(How-) ..I can help you.. Defy the laws of gravity,
Frolic with me, and we can exploit the flaws of humanity,
Drawing sanity, draining it from their raw mentality,
Spreading this disease, while they all watch in awe and malady,
(That's insane) -But you haven't even heard the beginning,
Our words can make us everlasting, living without an ending,
Taint the strong, and trick the weak with deception,
Prolonged in life span, giving deceit like we were destined,
Give in to me, and for eternity we'll reign together,
(I'll never..) But you were chosen, to be my famed successor,
So forget everything you've learned, and connect with me spiritually,
Everything; let it burn.. we can live in peace or tyranny,
As a snake sheds his skin, we all inevitabally face renewal,
Give in to sin, destiny was set for me to win this duel..

It's SERPENTRY..
The lust, hate, agony, and deception, all..
SERPENTRY..
The elusive fate that taints with its impression, all..
SERPENTRY..
Sin, greed, glutton, the source that taints society, all..
SERPENTRY..
The dark force disguised in quaint variety, it's..
SERPENTRY..

(I won't give in, I'll stay pure and rational..)
You're so fragile though, give up, your resistance is laughable,
Give in to the serpent, the symbol of rebirth and initiation,
The resurrection, the wisdom, healing, and the transformation,
(It's all contamination..) No, it is the practice of regeneration,
Hapless invigoration, give in to your lust and building hatred,
(This is absurd..) Think of your enemies.. all your past attackers,
Your family and friends.. and then all of the backstabbers,
You'ved held it in for too long, let go of your temperance,
Give society back what they served, and show them your vengeance,
(I've forgotten about that, it's-) It's what, you're too generous?
Take out the knife and stab THEIR back, and show them your tenderness,
Your gentleness, has caused you to fall in a hopeless pit,
Now don't just grit, leave them shaken until they're motion sick,
(I don't know..) Take this poison, and let it seep in through your skin,
Reach from within, and let yourself give into your deepest sin..

It's SERPENTRY..
The lust, hate, agony, and deception, all..
SERPENTRY..
The elusive fate that taints with its impression, all..
SERPENTRY..
Sin, greed, glutton, the source that taints society, all..
SERPENTRY..
The dark force disguised in quaint variety, it's..
SERPENTRY..

You're not humane, so give in to your animosity,
You thought you were sane, but the truth is you're filled with ferocity,
Respond to me, there's no help for you; I've already damned your soul,
(STOP TALKING TO ME!) How can you keep me away? I'm not even tangible!
Give in to your corruption, and let your natural mentality kick in,
(You've haunted me enough..) Now let go of your sanity and commit sin,
Walk with me, come.. together we can dance with the devils,
A stance that will treble, prance with the rebels and enhance to new levels,
I can feel ya hands tremble, pick up the pencil and bring pandemonium,
And once you're done, both you and I can hold the sun,
(What am I thinking.. I'm beginning to listen to your tempations..)
And that's the beginning of your new life.. your first revelation,
Come on, leave the past behind so you can finally see,
Dance with the snake, and both you and I will finally breathe,
Which path will you take..? Let the old you inside just die and leave,
(I give up.. Say goodbye to the old me..)

***

I rap and infect, ascend with verses to great heights.
You misdirect, I simply elevate and allow to take flight.
I neglect, cause when I take stage light I break mics.
This is the after affect, the venom in the snake bite.

I'm not an addict, but I got a pen of the dopest lead,
I rap with suicidal thoughts, makin you feel hopeless when read,
Makin you queasy, spread my sickness and no one is ill as me,
Takin it easy, freeze you with my breath just so you can chill with me,
My hands are clean. I haven't committed rape today,
Cause I was too busy tryna shave your skin. Take it away with a razor blade,
And I hate to say, but I have the worst stability,
I keep breakin out and killin people in the research facility,
An absurd ability, everything gets broken except a sweat,
You have fragility, I smoke your fuckin ass like a cigarette,
To rappers I'm the biggest threat, I'm a bomb comin at your house,
Playin cat and mouse, chasin your loved ones 'till I attack your spouse,
Track and pounce, just to shake you up beat you with a vibrator,
I hope your pleasured cause then I slit your wrists with some rice paper,
You say you're cold as fuck? Well I hate to be the icebreaker,
I'll burn you in the third degree and then hang you from a skyscraper,
A rhyme sayer, I just spit with the sickest of words By nature,
I'm always quick as fuck with a line on my head like a striped racer,
I like danger, on the sidewalk jump in a fight with a white stranger,
Just might even use force, and whip out my lightsaber,
I strangle you with verses, so you know that I'm tight as fuck,
Words are shocking, paralyzing you like you were lightning struck,
The serpent, my appearance will leave you shaking like a coke head,
My flow is poison, yet you won't stop consuming it until you Go dead,
Rap to me is a drug, but none of your words are affecting me,
You couldn't come/cum close to me if you were masterbating next to me,
Ejaculating wrecklessly while giving your dad a vasectomy,
Words that steal virginity, you'll need a hysterectomy,
If you're disrespectin me, I'll kill you with a hint of ecstacy,
And if you're female I'll leave you with no tits, like a mastectomy,
Keep you from getting Vitamin C, cause I have a sympathy deficiency,
Givin you dystrophy, starvin you until you can't think sensibly,
Keep your dignity, cause if you attack I'll kill the head infantry,
Put your name in a crossword puzzle to make your death a mystery,
When lyrically read I'm a symphony, Sound waves travel instantly,
I've been tripple your capability since my actual infancy.

I rap and infect, ascend with verses to great heights.
You misdirect, I simply elevate and allow to take flight.
I neglect, cause when I take stage light I break mics.
This is the after affect, the venom in the snake bite.

My mic's like a pistol. You're not even close to my calibur,
My rhymes cripple, Wreck the stage and your the the clean-up janitor,
Own your ass like a manager, push you around like a little boy in a wagon,
Mic Damager, my verses are ill enough to kill a poisonous dragon,
Wild metaphors that are sly, sick and clever like child predators,
Adjectives that drop rappers on their ass and ribs like riled wrestlers,
The style creditor, Containing a compiled repertoire,
Rated R, cause I'll rape a child before the crime registers,
Define character. Because I spit the word in all of its definitions,
I'm a bad example, like Black Entertainment Television,
I chop you up, and come back around like a helicopter propeller,
Watchin it rain on you while I lay my cock on your umbrella,
Emcees are faker than the kind of shit that airs on the media,
My words hit you in the face so hard that it causes Parasthesia,
You block out my cold words like amnesia, I'm causing Anesthesia,
Knowledge in me is more intricately arranged than Encyclopaedias,
Strike you with magnesium, Writing lines like I'm rap's medium,
Mastering premium, such inertness I'll fill your dad with helium,
While you're eatin cheese pizza open your scab and spit in bacteria,
Can't swallow your rhymes; this is a restaurant verses a cafeteria,
You want to battle the serpent on the mic? .. Well I'm out to brawl,
More dead brain cells than drug attics addicted to alchohol,
Everyone says that I come hard. Don't clown, I go a tad too soft,
I've written more than a thousand lines, if I count them off,
And it starts at a cough, but then I force out your adam's apple,
Walkin it off, committed some more sins. Back to Saint Adam's chapel,
Feelin faint when your ass hits the gravel. Life's harsh isn't it?
Call your friends so they can laugh at you. I'm feeling empathic,
A venomous instrument of a lyricist aware with attentiveness,
Mentally sophisticate when compared to your Denham's Dentrifice,
So many sins, when questioned I just hope I'm innocent,
I verbally rape emcees 'till I get accusations like Pope Benedict,
An elementalist, attack you with thoughts bizzare and arcane,
Inhumane, I'll shock you as far away as nine nautical chains,
A dominate reign, I'll walk up to you and slice your innonimate vein,
Have to train, just to keep the dark monster in me restrained.

I rap and infect, ascend with verses to great heights.
You misdirect, I simply elevate and allow to take flight.
I neglect, cause when I take stage light I break mics.
This is the after affect, the venom in the snake bite.

Hip hop I'm armin her, harmin your rhymes with architecture,
A mixture of the iron, steel and titanium except with a denser texture,
When I spit a picture, I spill lines to unlock and fulfill the scriptures,
I kill with embers and twisters, I'm like twin sisters, abbots and Hitler,
Balancing society, with nice variety and complex verses I'm writin,
Ignitin your life Like the Mayans creating Events of Time,
Before they take, I'm a mixture of five knives and harmful enzymes,
Emcee sin rhymes, like prophetical kings with messages entwined,
Precognitive state, you can't find flaws in my mental state,
Dissipate - Distentigrate - Eliminate - Lyrically Infiltrate,
I discombobulate, with thoughts that populate,
Killin a doctor while he operates, plottin his fate while demolishin techtonic plates,
Sin is the comet sent by honest Carbon Concentrates to dominate,
To spit Sonnets and Vomit Spiritual Satirical Condensate when I Contemplate,
Concentrate Conjugate Consencrate while I Postulate Oscillate,
To Compensate, I was Nominated even Unstable in my Solid-State,
With Thoughts of a Logic State, Sending them into any Geologic Place,
Cosmic Grace, I poison even the most venomous with a Toxic Waste,
That Immerses, Assimilates, with verses that Simply Penetrate,
Rending you Fascinated just when I demonstrate an Asthenic Phrase,
Schizophrenic, dazed, Cause Synergy to Renovate and Invigorate,
Without thoughts to Hesitate, I Regenerate when I Mentally Levitate,
Desecrate, I estimate the verses cause heads to Eventually Escalate,
Emcees I depricate, Your left without Breath even when I Respirate,
Explicate, Dry up your flow Dehydrate and Completely Desiccate,
But I'm the Predicate, only Extricate when I put you in your Restin Place.

x2
Emcee Sin the serpent, Touch you with the tongue to bless your soul..
Words are my purpose, And once sung they're un-suppressable..

I am the thesis, Gradually deeper in Meaning Constantly,
The quality of my harmony, seeping into you like Gossip Leaks,
Now the Prophet Speaks, Depicting Odyssey in Modern Hierarchy,
Affecting your fluids Bodily, My Oddity is Worth Pondering Audibly,
The Prodigy, who speaks Prophecy in a form of Novelty,
Probabally stopping Solidly the streaks of these so-called 'Raw emcees',
Making these Wannabes Wobbly like the effects of Poverty,
My Philosphy, It spreads and it yearns for Viciousness,
Venomous, Spitting a Genesis While I'm burning like Syphilus,
With an Emphasis on Restlessness Recklessness Making you Perilous,
Error-less, Tenebrous and making you look Tremulous like Tetanus,
Avoiding the Credulous Precipice Blessed to be Intricate like Daedalus,
Nebulous while making an Exodus Spread from Blood like a Pegasus,
You're not Made for this My serpent form was Tamed and Trained for This,
I came from the Mist, Made to Reminesce and Aim for Your Wrist,
I'm the reason ya Brain Still Exist, Bite N An Maim wit a Sebaceous Cyst,
I sedate when I spit, Trying to rationalize Why you Fakes Persist,
I'm deflatin your shit, Snake Aches and throws you into the Great Abyss,
No lyrical Competition, you lack the Tuition Cognition and Ammunition,
Kill your Opposition with Dominate Thoughts that Drop you to Submission,
Lock you into the Position and if Your a Fire then you just Lost Ignition,
Stopped Commission With Logic Emission To all these fuckin Soft Musicians,
A raw Condition, just like emcees when I watch them start Decomposition,
My style is of Subtract an Addition, Facts rapped by a Mathemetician,
Definition finally Sinks in causing Cognition Through Apparitions,
I'm a Dietician, And you Lack Vitamins Causing Your Malnutrition.

x2
Emcee Sin the serpent, Touch you with the tongue to bless your soul..
Words are my purpose, And once sung they're un-suppressable..

[Lindel]

[Intro]
..A lot of people ask me who I am....
..There's multiple ways to answer that question....
..Ehem....
..let me try to explain it to you....

***

I'm a serpent that was supposed to be bound away for centuries,
In a penetentiary for being the illest entity,
They tried to cure my sickness but couldn't find a remedy,
So they tentatively locked me up for spitting chemically,
When I'm near mercury and alchohol it shakes in thermometers,
Breakin barometers and a dick erection that takes kilometers,
Causin comets to burst and rapin little girls multiple times,
A mouth full of elements and diabolical rhymes,
A mic full of lines and a head that's multi-dimensional,
An unconventional lyrical spiritual interval,
The world's fate seemed disastrous when heard in the prophecies,
Extremely calamitous, even the illest of serpents talk to me,
I know one that knew Adam and Eve, and one from Greek Mythology,
They taught me toxicology while I taught them to speak philosophy,
I attack social psychology while I spit ideology,
Ripping anthology modestly developing high technology,
With a technique that's intangible, so watch in awe with me,
I eat uncooked animals like cannibals so your not as raw as me,
I'm off the chain, I'm a heartless beast with a darkened brain,
Far from insain, cause I'm so untame that I can't be constrained,
Not maintained, suicidal thoughts are hard to be abstained,
So ominous, even my ordinary side is unexplained,
Delirious, serious, fuck I'm not for fun and games,
Only entertained, when I spill a vein and the blood is stained.

***

Just caused paralysis and I'm beginning to amputate,
Hearin you palpitate while I salivate and strangulate,
A beast with scales, if you agitate I'll castigate,
I calculate, if you begin feeling ill it means the poison has activate,
I'm so cold, even when I spit fire I leave you with chills,
Defeatin my skills is like OD'in and tryna secrete the pills,
I'm unique and ill, rhymes are inhabited by prognostication,
I see your deprivation of lyrical illustration as an implication,
That your dissipatin while I'm spittin incantations in indignation,
My stabilization is a obviously a fabrication,
Regeneratin and harmlessly takin radiation while my brain is phazin,
I'll take mace in my face and say 'Thanks, this is the taste I've been cravin!'
I commit rape on a daily basis to break in a lady's places,
Change into my regular form and drain you until your dried up like a raisin,
I contaminate you with rhymes as I please, depicted as boisterous rappin,
I breathe illness and disease, spit poison and famine,
Even a poisonous dagger stabbed in the back of my skin causes inaction,
Sin's abstraction causes a chain reaction of famine and dissatisfaction,
To enemy's distractions, simply subtracted like mathematic transaction,
My intensity slash density results in hypersensitivity reaction,
An afflicted curse, killin in hospital beds like a wicked nurse,
I only spill rhymes to release the building venom, so when I spit it hurts,
My stomache is filled with toxic fluid so if my hip twists it bursts,
Filled with a curse, to deplete your soul until your spirit thirsts.

***

I'm not a serpent to be charmed, I'm a serpent that charms humanity,
With demonic plans in me and a bomb armed and implanted in me,
Causing instant catastophe which follows when I spit systematically,
I flip your mentality, filled with mental acrobatics in me,
Tactfully unleashing wrath in me, I use alchemy to burn your family,
Damaging amnesty, so dark that I even bring agony to fantasies,
Verses only end fatally, assaults that attack you painfully,
Someone's bound to get hit like I'm ejaculating aimlessly,
Consistently writing in calligraphy, conscience filled with complicity,
A beast with agility to quickly steal your virginity,
After killing divinities, I've realized no combatant's a match for me,
Gradually spilling my wrath to show rap my capacity,
Substantially, gifted and spitting while shifting the galaxy's gravity,
My anatomy's fit lyrically naturally since before my tragic depravity,
Passively filling you with cavities while causing atrophy passably,
Rapidly sanity is becoming more absent in me,
I swallow you whole, then I regurgitate with acidic contents,
Prolific sonnets constantly spilling out of my mouth like liquid vomit,
I try to quiet my state, but I lie with hate when I hibernate,
Even when tranquilized, the chaos never ceases to try to escape,
I choke you with your own hair until your soul can't forbear,
And kill you before the lord can hear a word of your own prayer,
I devour your lyrics playfully, a snake in a state of latency,
There's no escapin my fate, it's fatally too late for me..

***

...And that's who I am..
..Now you you know..

..And that's all she wrote..

[Lindel]

Learning the flavor; I am Darth Vader with a lightsaber
I flow as the ocean flows; while Vapeo will burn to vapors!
I'm having saber fun; taser gun; flavor sun
Table Pun; only time you'll see vaporize; is when I shoot him with a laser gun
I have ape aggression; blade secession; laser weapon
Aim a wesson; teach a lesson; I'm smoking you like a vape session
I flow as a panther; flowing with antlers; the flow is the pattern
V stands for victory; I taking the V from your name; and turning you into a ape; I"M GOING BANANAS!
I have saber fun; flames of sun; table pun; table fun
Aflame the sun; Vapeo is not a VIPER: I have blades for tongue
I have gore slash; swords clash; with swords clash; swords clash
I have the beretta; and this is V for Vendetta; I have a sword slash
I cycle sticks; malovolent suns; shine of ships; shine of ships
Iron CLIP! V? I'm kicking you like a football! Michael Vick
I'm sagacious; the education of devestation; elimination
Destination; You're name is V? You'll never be voracious
I'm the tore of clash; the war of land; the war of sand
I am the swords of wrath; V stands for violence? Swords will slash
I'm the ascendant of angels; a golden halo; ascendant
I am the sea; and your name is V? You'll never have venom!

vs

I'm winning this casually, last time I blessed this site with my presence was four years ago
Actually, I'm impressed that Sinus cog believes that he can go, toe to toe, wrestling a nemesis that renders blows,
Devastating enough to demolish foes, easily, I don't try at all I do this in my sleep
20 lines, just enough for me to now demoralize, foreign eyes, always watching me I know I'm idolized
Idle lies, you stay on the internet so much that I can tell that you don't have a life, don't go commit suicide
There, I've publically cleared my name. If Sinacog never writes again no one blame me.
This idiot thinks that he can actually face me. Its so hilarious.
S stands for suicidal, I think we've already established such
I for idiotic self inflated clueless stupid fuck
N as in nobody, couldn't find you even if I looked you up,
A means you're an amateur, ain't in the same league as us
Halftime, need to take a break from disassembling names, but I still make Sinacog my bitch like he's Shakira on stage
Watch me whip this pussy bitch like masturbate (pretend I'm gay), Alright the halftimes over.
C, comprehension is severely lacking, I'm pistol packing, bullets drop you like a mail package
O, thats your girl after my male package, violently violates her vulva and vaginal passage. That's if you have one
G, stands for gone, I've dismissed this nigga. I'm actually tired of these lames confabulating their whole persona
Keep reusing your shitty lines like a proud owner, I've tried to interpret them but they're like boners, hard
To get, honestly its evident, I'm the one who's winning this. You are not a threat to me, issue your apology
I feel like I've wasted lines and time on human walking feces, while in constrast I myself exist as prodigy
Exis, welcome me back, you know that your next, I just killed Sinacog, call in the bomb threats

[Lindel]

I'll have you 'coughing/coffin up blood with the metal' like flu' stories! I got twin blades, one is 'sharp enough' to be transforming! I'm 'going ham' but you faggots bore me! I'm 'light years ahead with the tommy' this is a toy story!
I said I got twin blades, and now they're both transforming! This will get gory! My tomahawks tore chiefs! And I also got guns, I've 'earned my stripes' - I'll have '60 animals spitting your way' like Zoo Orgys!

My dark flow will spark, I spit white liquid flows till' the oceans dark! I'm showing heart to a coward's mark! I'm 'turning off heads like exorcisms' this is a owl's scarp!
My power harps in the white mouse of dark! I spew proud remarks at coward marks! My 'tears of joy is what floats your boat' and I got 'two animals if a nigga wood' that's Noah's Ark!

My flows wack, want to go toe to toe man? I'm like a war pilot, my flow ran! I go ham, on homos man! Sorry to make you blue, but I'll 'turn you pale' like ghosts chants!
I'll 'light you up with the stinger' like glow ants! Want to show you a magic trick? I'm the prince of darkness, I'll king your queen! You could play your cards right? But you don't know jack!

My rhymes are great, my sword will slice your face! I have silent grace with silence scape! Solipsism of a silent snake! My pride's awake to rhyme for days!
Eyes of snake will entice your lake! I'm a silent snake! You think you're making waves? But I'll change the tides of change!

I'll grab the blade, and give you a great whooping! You better know I'm a saint rookie! A mouse eating a large cookie! You couldn't 'eat pussy' if you ate sushi!
It's kind of like R.L Stine books, I'll leave you in a grave, booked deep! You can't beat a saint rookie! Forget guns, I'll put 'the metal to your chest' that's a blade pussy!

I'm probably the darkest word! Impossible with lots of words! Targeting you lots of verbs! I'll steal your thunder, your heaven has got to burn!
My sling shot shot a bird! I have the hottest words! You vs. me? It's Nietzsche vs. Melchizedek - this is a prophet vs. a philosopher!

ThiS PrIeST is a FiGhTing PAsTor, thIS GoD will Hit you with a LiGhtning RaPture
I hAVe the Sign of MaSters! I'll 'Kill Night at the MuSeum' like a RaPTor..!
I'm SO FunNy I mAke the SeaS LauGh! You'll FeeL StinG like a BeE's WrATh..
I'll BuRy you Beneath SEa SaNd! I ConTrol the WinDs of chANge, I'LL 'SiDeline ALLen when the BaLL's in my COuRt' like a FreE DraFT!..
I'M the RAp-TuRe, you ShoUld seEk tHe LoRD! YoU cAn't sEE the LiGht, when tHe beAst is fOrmed!
I'm a BeaSt in wAR! ThIs JeSter will KiLl 'KnIGht aT ThE ROund TAbLe' with a FReaKing SwOrd..!
I'M plAying a GaMe..SeGa GeNiSis! EVen if you wEre a tHreat..you couldn't pLay my NeMisiS!
I'Ll plAy wiTh PrEdicate's! I'LL rUn 'KnIgHt ouT of ToWN' like a VeGas STriP..!
My RaPtUre will HaRvest! A RaPTor anD FaRCists! cApTure your JaRgon!
PrActice as MaRKsman! YoU'LL see 'NiGht SKoOLed' like ClaSSes of DaRkneSs!..
I'm FrEaKy wIth RAps! I'M moVing my FiNgers and seEing you SnAp!
I'Ll giVe thiS WeAkling a NaP! HoW can you be 'SCorPion' wheN you have No StiNG wiTh yoUr RAps..!
yoUZ sucKz with the verbs, I'm a sEED of life, you're out of LuCK as a HeRB
As a WhACk MC? You're sucking the worst! I'll DuMP your body in a EaR Canal..Fuck what you HeaRD!
You can't ArOUse GoDz! You would probably drink HoT Sauce to SOund Hot
My BlAde firEZ proud Shotz! I'll 'Toss you in the Air' and I'm as fly as Nimbus..you can't ArOuse the ClOud God
I'm RaPPinG HaZardous! My saliva will have you FaDE away, like taking Baths in AcID bitch!
RapPing Masochistic! You couldn't 'Fuk wit' Sin' if you PraCticed AbStinence!
My RaPPIng will be settled, I got twin blades, so you can say I'm 'ClAPPing with the MeTal'
I'm RaPPing on a level! You're 'ugly as hell' while I'm as HanDSome as a DeVil!
I'll FaDE! WhOOPsi! I bet this rubber DUcky tastes MuSHY!
I have ChAins! LOoky! I'll 'put the metal to your chest'..that's a BlaDE pusSy!
I'm LigHTning's WiTness! You won't hear a sOund but a NiGht with CriCKets!
SKy's The LiMiT! You're JiREN, but I'm the CLoud God..and you'll never be as FlY as NiMbus!

[Lindel]

From birth, we decide to follow a standard we've accepted as right
the views of another's sight, therefore we've rejected the light
obscured eyes become a faulty source of the lessons they write
fictitious stories fed to us as a reflection of life

Am I to believe that these Happy Days of Our Lives lead to Wonder Years?
and that Jason, not Dora and the Wonders Pets is the one to fear
well I've said Candyman five hundred fifty-five times still no one's appeared
can't get my child to listen, yet everyday Spongebob's in their fuckin ear
but I left my imagination in Foster's Home, what remains is a cautious soul
innocent lives taken everyday at the hands of your Paw Patrol
it was the same in my youth...
I too was distracted by our square friend's tales then
poison powder ushered in by the mail man and I was too busy focusing on becoming quail man
until I realized that the sands of life keep flowing when the tale ends
so your stories are only half truths with no tellings of the tail end
I'm sayin, if Monica's marriage fails, are Ross and Chandler still Friends?
as the reels spin, our attention's the Deadliest Catch they can reel in
how could you ever expect to learn The Facts of Life without grasping life
in Hell's Kitchen, chin inches above the assassin's knife
the Empire has made us peasants, The Walking Dead, simply zombified
victims of a sublime design, a stagnant flock in the fathers eyes
we have corruption running rampant and other actual scandals
buried under who sits and stands for your national anthem
these Tom and Jerry games you play, all your laughable antics
we watch the news seeking the truth and find the facts that you planted
listen...
you cant cover up What's Happening on the bottom just cause you name a show Good Times
and The First 48 is never the first 48 of any hood crime
the struggle for Power is real, but every man cut from that cloth knows that the power's in steel
still us surrendering our viewership leaves power instilled
all of you couch potatoes are food for the taking, you fools have been Taken
opened your home without establishing any Rules of Engagement
your consciousness forever trapped within their tools of containment
on the Outer Limits of reality, the cruelest of places
your overseer ever watching, not the usual face
the ones who brought you there were puppets, merely used and replaced
...
do you know how many teen moms have been created by Teen Mom
or how many episodes of The Wire has robbed us of high school phenoms
but rather than dream on, we'd rather cling on
to another's sweat and success and use it as a crutch to lean on
watching their every life decision, thinking they pawns when we pawns
cause aint no reason in hell you should be up 2am watching ping pong
your being manipulated and you don't even know it

Conformity
I truly wish that I could tell you I avoided the trap
see my individuality makes me apart of a pack
a target at that, but I hardly have a mark on my cap
they just invent seductive ways to try calling me back
I've been to that other plane, it almost caused me to crack
I'm a survivor of the system, mind partly intact

[Lindel]

"Pennyford Blue"


The seven seas never seem short of a tale.
“Let her free!” the vessel leaves, adorning its sails.
Setting forth in a gale against the black of the night
as intrepid waters prevail, they’re carried from sight.
A flagon in right hand, hook in the left,
the captain arrives with rum on his breath.
He stumbles on deck of the Pennyford Blue
for a public address to his cretinous crew.
“To treasure and booty,” came the guttural roar
“If you pledge me your duty, there’s enough for us all!”
The others onboard then clapped as they yelled
In sudden applause for the man at the helm.
Captain LeVell was a porthole of a man
But could look after himself were the moment to pass.
He’d disposed of his hand when at odds to be free,
as Redbeard showed him the plank and he dropped to the sea.
Watching it bleed as he gnawed to find an escape,
- a true seadog with the teeth for a fight, as we say!
Some pirates had claimed he was done and rejoiced
with surprise on the faces of landlubbers ahoy
When they discovered him coiled up one night on the beach
discoloured but buoyed, like them there devices at sea.
The tide doesn’t sleep, though it often relents,
and neither would he as he plotted revenge.
He wanted them dead, reduced to a pulp,
by an ensemble of men with proven results.
A crew of old salts, all colours and creeds,
grouped with hopefuls then took to the sea.
Looking to seek vengeance on Redbeard and his men
cut ‘em to pieces o’ eight and leave ‘em for dead!
Which leads to our quest for Redbeard and his gold
to season adventurers, these seas are their home.
Every beach, every cove, every opening and passage
every secret it holds is known to the captain.
And so the advantage was his in pursuit
They row with abandon as he considers their move.
The ship and its crew adjusting the bow
As LeVell instantly knew where to look for his foe!
He took to his scope, lookin’ east as the crow flies,
Instructin’ his covey to what he’d seen with his own eyes.
Their belief in the old timer proved a trusted source
As the creeped up its lone side and then jumped aboard!
A rush of swords soared through the breeze
as cut-throat corsairs fall to the sea.
They brawl under siege, with both sides losin’ men,
‘til Redbeard’s brought to his knees in a fight to the death!
LeVell had eyes of resentment, cold as the sea,
as it was time to avenge his only defeat.
The very moment he reached for the sheath on his cutlass
he felt a blow that would see him bleed from his stomach.
The greedy curmudgeon had waited alone
to make sure his leader was bludgeoned ‘fore he made away with the gold!
There’s no place for heroes in this grey, timeless abyss
but that’s the way that it blows - double-crossed like the flag waved high from the ship...

[Lindel]

From Single Cell To Living Hell"

"From Single Cell To Living Hell"


Whether you argue religion conceived us the world that we have
or particle fission as heat and inertia react.
The earth was a mass of violent components
its world uninhabitable by life as we know it.
Ions and protons were fast to generate
a seismic commotion of atmospheric change.
The planetary state reached an extraordinary level
as its recalescent rage meant no water could settle.
The core drawing in metals the planet would need,
but volcanic storms were essential as gas was released.
A gradual easing of temperature meant
rainfall began to increase in torrential descent.
Millennia’s spent as beads then broke from the skies
until the weather relented, leaving ocean’s behind.
These components combined and a new cycle dawned
as we reached a moment in time where life was formed.
Tiny spores of algae hold bold significance -
They provide our orb oxygen through photosynthesis.
A host of primitive flora expand
on their own initiative from water to land.
Early forms of a cyanobacteria constantly merging
in a primordial tapestry of symbiotic convergence.
With oxygen, Earth became more tenantable still
but lots of our early ancestors would be killed.
It lead up to us building on the features that we had
with the necessary skills life needed to adapt.
From seas onto the land, cartilage tissue to bone,
our feet becoming hands as we continued to grow.
Amphibians honing flight as natural selection endeavoured
with the proto-wings that we owned developing feathers.
To weather the elements, fur replaced some scales,
our genetic antecedents balanced weight on tails.
Bipedal traits prevail, we rise up to stand,
as this change unveils an untying of hands.
Our reach rightly expands, along with the girth of our legs,
the arrival of mammals sees births without eggs.
Nature and nurture commence in perfect accord
simians turn into ‘men’ in our earliest form.
Learning to talk helps communication increase
as words replace drawings, we’re able to read.
The attainment of speech was a masterful step
in our brains engineering no other animals met.
With language invented through use of our brains
man had ascended the evolutionary chain.
Us humans created; shaping in time
tools of the trade to aid in our lives.
These basic designs would lead to the usage
of our daily devices, touchscreens and computers.
Our need for ‘improvement’ defied thermodynamics,
leaving the blueprint that Earth had established.
Now we’re usurping the planet of its natural resources
preserving our habitats not a matter of importance.
But what happens when it’s all been brought up from the ground
the vast sums are exhausted and a shortage is pronounced?
We can’t afford to live without it by the time this occurs
a nuclear war is what’s announced and we fight for reserves.
As missiles are returned, our own extinction’s a viable path,
our survival on Earth threatened by the enquiring of man.
We’re so blind to this fact that we can’t even see
we’ve paradise in our grasp, yet it’s never seemed so far from our reach…