Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

Wings, and pedestals; singing infidel; singing the shinning seas; rhyming seeds
Survive with needs, shine serene, until your shrine shine's serene
Prosper as a disciple of pagan prophet's, never forsake the knowledge
Conversate as somber, never forsake and propser; shine with shame and honor
Forsake and prosper, knowledge of prophets, will awaken your knowledge
Rain with your knowledge, brain storms of water droplets, don't forsake the vain in your wallet
Pain from the rockets, sustaining your monument, monumental surface brushes
Discerning the rushes, we hide many Gods in burning bushes
Burning rockets fire at Davy Crocket, Davy Jones's locker's locksmith
Vain gift, I can hear the whispers of spirits, snake shapeshift
Andrew Flores, standard chorus, see a burning hell in a burning forest
Discern what's sordid, learn the forces, of the wordless morbid
Churn the sources, see a burning forest in a burning chorus; wordless chorus
Wordsmith of locksmith's, conquer honor and flying saucers as a demon lord's kin
Semen force drips from a Demi-God, my sex out-shines and bends the ultraviolets
Prince and tyrant, hear the Siren's song and Solomon's song as I have sex with a Siren..

Brandish knives in pantomimes, silent demon swordsman in a land of mimes
Brandish skys, clash the skies with catish eyes; asinine; pass your prime
Brandish wives, slap her thigh; get high on her thinking my sword is a daggar
My sword is a daggar, slickest of masters; quench a daggar as the prince of lagger
Sadistic laughter, fought sky lines with rhyme lines; brandish steel swords with the fire from my heart
Lavish and I'm smart; killing swordsman with a acid dripped dagger; than splashing their blood on a canvas of the art
Snake eyes lock with foolish eyes, unleashed hellish amaterasu into the eyes of a Geass
My wet sword's killing numerous sea dogs, your prostrated kill fulfills my glee's heart
Master of art and vengeance, start revenge with parting oceans and waves to find who you are
Blue a dart straight through the bridge I crossed with dividing hands, killing you as heart
I'm a demon swordsman, seethe remorseless; breathing corpses every breathed endorphins
Seize the orifice, leafs of scorches; white winter blizzards frost freeze and torture
Eyes of a snake, fox kid with two daggars and speed of sound technique; killing knives and axes
Put a knife to a axe, a dagger to them both; only one is lethal; and that is the one who won; the daggar
Part the waves of the ocean, when killing people in a monument; my glee's deovtion
Breathe the ocean, a thief in oceans, cross salt in back water; and you'll sea the omen..

Default Sovereign sword
Sovereign solace sword, bold and honored; solace conquered Nostradamus
Baptized broken promises in holy water; laugh at pagan and holy prophets
Sodom and Gommorah was warned before hand; man swallowed solemn land
I shook hands with Muhammad the snake with solemn hand; swallowed his plan and threw up a knife
Prostrating to God, toxic spits to pray; venomous barbs, bards, and tales of anguish
Holy Sirens screaming and singing, having sex with holy kids in communion
Forming a union of holy prophets; who could rival a Pagan God; prostrate to Ra
Solemn lakes of god, monsters of iron and silver from Noah's Ark; show a spark
Levitate to Heaven's Gates, drink holy water and the elixor at the same time; taste wine
I hung cupid from a grape vine; prostrated to god, and made out with Saint Eye
I'm a black devil in a new dress, a holy gown; a white wedding dress; a enticed girl
Seeing the turquoise blue world in a vanilla swirl; have sex with boys and children
I laugh at disasters, nine eleven was a hilarious act of terrorism and pursuit
I'm leading Anakin Skywalker down the dark side again, and cried with Luke
I am a holy prophet; a pagan devil; relgious crucifixions hold me as one
For when the blackness of a star bursts into nothing; we sea the sun..

[Lindel]

Acid-charged and camouflaged - I'm Dragonheart The Gatherer
A man apart who carries armoured cannons large enough to bring down Battlestar Galactica
Fangs as sharp as Dracula's; I've seen more Meth in the lab than when he and Redman's collabin'
I'll leave you dead in a casket, get up and laugh while full of more pills than Deborah Mathers' medicine cabinet.
I've had Jessica Rabbit selling her ass since she become a wayward addict who craves more
Inhaled the grams that she's paid for... Shit, her nasal passage has chased more dragons than St. George.
You'll get bodybagged for an eight ball. I'm dropping tags on the Great Wall visible from outside of the globe
The primary drone your Messiah was cloned from as scientists probed; My DNA's in binary code.
I'm as Sly as Stallone; Stood in black with the gloves to match, a Clubber Lang voiced henchmen
Who'll go running past, double back, then snuff your ass to cause a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage
A motherfuckers back on the streets after a week blasting the heat; They need tanks just to keep me imprisoned
Even an African weave couldn't tangle with me; I'm the savagest thing man has conceived since religion.
A gargantuan beast who's mandible feasts while pillaging Earth for everything that she's worth
Deactivating me's simply absurd; Like an unemployment agencies administrative clerk, I can give you the work...
Twisting the sherm like it's business as per; While you little goons have bricks to move I'm in a suit tailored by Versace
It's simple, duke. I'm quicker to call you a Jiggaboo than Jay did to Beyonce when he made her his fiance!

[Lindel]

i am a raptor forming a apocalypse from the sacarphagous of conglomerate
I manipulated the holy ghost into killing the egyptian first borns; two wrongs don't make a right
I slaughter plight in the evening night; slaughtering pigs and cows; the genocide of pigs and cows
I ate a chicken's head off and it ran dead into a chicken den; it flew at a 90 degree angle
I am dead inside; alive in spirit and soul and heart; heart serpent; worthless purpose
Seen a worthless serpent bite the apple of eden; he was not prepared for a serpent from unknown lakes
For I am a serpent first born; grabbing dinosaur lizards by the tail; sending them back in time
I broke the spine of the bible with a idol rod; asherah rod from the depths of the sea stream
I am Asherah's boy; licking her clit; than sucking her tits; than sucking her lips
I am conglomerate; sacarphagous; a boy in soul and spirit; my essence is a dog demon boy
I am a dog demon boy; with joy of birds of a feather that never get killed or die
I can fly higher than the tiger alaskan sky; eating pie while counting the styes in my eye
Forming a sandstorm tornado from the book of lips; the book of menace
The book of snakeskin; rape twins the size of tulips; as beautiful as two lesbian siamese pussy cat scissor sisters
I am carnivorous; solemn lips; form a sandstorm from solemn lips; I am apocalypse
Form a apocalypse from solemn lips; I am apothecary; monastery
Form a habituary from legendary serpents; a worthless purpose
I am a worthless purpose; a worthless perfect; solemn lips
The solemn rip; the solemn rips; the solemn stature
I am a raptor alabaster apocalypse rapture; stature of the seven seas...

I am a worthless perfect serpent from adam and eve; i killed the snake of eden
i killed the snakes of eden with a sharp fork tongue; i am a sharp fork tongue
i am a apocalypse from the talk of lips; sucking pussy lips with lipstick and lip gloss
you need to piss off with criss crosses; i criss cross from the form of palms
I am a conglomerate raptor rapper from hell's storm; hell's sandstorm
Hell's sandstorm; i am candor in omniscient beings; solemn lips; solemn risk
I am the namby pamby from hell; hatching demons from their eggs before pregnacy
I am a nemesis to Satan and Lucifer; I split him in half; now he is Satan and Lucifer...
For I am a angel and demon; apocalypse is screaming; solemn lips is beaming
Solemn stature; hold the rapture in golden fingers; than twist a rapture into a raptor's mouth
I am a raptor's mouth; the teeth gounge on obelisks and apocalypse's
Obelisks and Apocalypse's; solemn lips; solemn lips; solemn lips
Solemn lips; solemn lips; solemn kiss; solemn kiss; solemn kisses
Solemn kiss; solemn kiss; solemn kisses; solemn kisses
for i am a raptor rapture from hell's storm; i am hell's storm
welcome to hell; as i cast a obelisk to skin you(t)(h) alive...

i am a heart serpent; a heart purpose; a heart serpent
worthless perfect; slithering slinky serpent from the abyss of nothing
solemn gumption; erupting from the valves of hell; hell's sandstorm
hell's sandstorm; hell's sandstorm; hell's youth; and hell's eldery
hell's valves; hell's serpents; hell's serpents; hell's books
hell's people; hells demons; hell's devils; hell's devil
for i am a heart serpent from hell; conjuring black magic
i am a trajedy in words; bathing in the atrophy of verbs
i am a noun, i am a simile, i am a metaphor
i am a metaphor that grew horns in hell's storm
battle me with guns and ammo; knives and bullets
and i'll gather black magic; and bite the bullet...

for i am a heart serpent eating the heart of a beautiful angel..

[Lindel]

Once upon a time there was a dog war; a war between cats and dogs
Plummeting birds, plummeting planes, plummeting hills, and plummeting plateaus
Dogs anvil gravel; gravel of might strikes the light; a cat loses a life
Cats are in high speed in the air with a guillotine tongue; killing what's spun
Cats and Dogs; Cats and dogs; love cats and dogs
For they are killing each other; together they suffer
Suffer the fur of a cat; suffer the fur of a dog
For through the fog in the sky; dogs and cats die with a cry
Dogs are winning the war; as it was a dog fight
When a cat decided to be brave and courageous -
the dog became a pussy cat..the cat killed the dogs one life..

The End..

[Lindel]

Griffin; everlasting griffin; everlasting griffin
The sadistic grin from Satan was blatant and sagascious
Everlasting griffin flew from kingdom to kingdom
The singing of glee's sun; the singing of seas sung
The griffin came upon riding griffin to God's Kingdom
He was killed by a Angel; a Angel of light

[Lindel]

Mike and Genocide are back to cause terror,
my sword severs vocal cords beyond measure,
y’all claim off the chain but remain some dogs tethered,
so I take aim at you lames you all better,
leave or get bagged up like leaves in fall weather,
A-T-R is the team no need for more letters,

Just absorb the message heard and ring off like a desert bird
Answer when the call comes, flick the dust off the cellular
Seldom do the words not strike true fright, need religion in this black light
Musta missed the bus, but wound up on the path right
Mag-lights flashing my coordinates, the organ hits the right keys
Gen and mike back to bring you life more than likely..

We some ogres and bandits that are taking over the planet,
returned to cause chaos as we spread commotion and panic,
my home is a labyrinth that boas and cobras inhabit,
slither through the streets, avenues frozen in granite,
we explosive and savage, so go take your dosage of xanax,
cause each and everyone of our opponents will leave swollen and damaged,

Gold fangs quote the priciest language, grabbin life by the tits
All natural, authentic python grip crush the point when i bite down nips..
See hustle and never mind, never once have i snitched
Used to roll blunts and blow clouds off of wonderful hits
Theres nothing i miss more but ive adjusted the game
Analyze these young suckers and gaze, realizing that i suffer from age..

but we still in our prime, everyone left here is broken and feeble,
we above the rest like a steeple of a roman cathedral,
cause at this moment you people,
are just weasels, cock roaches, rodents and beetles,
and I'm here to exterminate you all with a component of evil
the palisades of this crusade have been heavily fortified ,
stay tuned all you maggots cause there's surely more to die

Pass the captain morgan til my body is dead
Theres no bitch in my soul, just a god in the flesh
Me and mike been at ya necks since the textodus era
Aint a colder two still doin this that ever could pair up
Just a pen, beat and a booth and youll be leakin your fluids
And we'll be there piss drunk, all we bring is the trueness

This is direct connotation. Or is it? I’ll resurrect Thomas Paine when, he wrote Common Sense. Who’s the best on vocation? Home-schooled but on vacation. I’m old-school. I’m Sinatra’s face. Frankly, you're not the same. Couldn’t erect a pretense that I’m creating, through the unrealness to allocate this. Look in-between the correlation, I’ll skeet on your mommas face. Indeed the sea of semen in blotchy places. You could see I plopped it on a certain locked location. If you connect the dots, you’ll allot a constellation. I went Ursa Major on her Canis Minora. We consummated. You couldn't shapeshift to save your life, I'm on euphoria. I need a consultation. Distressed. While orchestrating; a gang of wolves to eat you, while playing, Mozart's Requiem D-minor. On rotation. The lithiums' got me off-the-wall. A quick sketch compilation. You couldn’t predict my awkward state. By awkward state, I mean I’m on the fence insane when, I hop the gates to California. I’m off to Vegas. If I cock a waitress, does the AIDs I fucked her vague with, condensed to stay in Vegas? That's awfully vagina of you. & this is Survival of the Fisting. I’ve mutated, from hobbit case, to robotic rapist. Godzilla with finesse of God’s creation. Crowd thriller, count syllables. It's the Cloverfield monster had sex with Walter Payton. This is intense confrontation. You couldn't have intent to stop this pace with, double-edge-tipped oscillating, drill-pressed lava plagued-drip automation. This events' a provocation of all six-senses from M. Night Shyamalan, - if he innately thought to say. Salam Alaikum. Met Mahatmas in the Bahamas and made fun of his name, @BWHAHA arranged it. I'm Ghandi teaching Dhalsim the kick-leg thin-stretch pressing six-X combination. I’m an indexed incarnation of having sick sex, molestation. I have a sick sense of masturbation. Forget my occupation. Just nominate me. I’ll inject Obama, facing, six counts of incarceration. I insist on the operation. Select to embalm. It’s suspense in my palm. When I read it, it tells me to disconnect you from across the nation. Infect biologic rations. It's cross-checked. Some say I'm like Satan, with a pure touch. Imagine the Lochness in a velour tux, causing riots from an ionizing basin. The type of concoction phasing that causes primary caustic flaming. I love reading binary naked. If you translate the 00100001001's to sex 101, you'd see the vagina's flanking while the penis try escaping. Traumatic inhale. Oxidation. The next segment. Godly Mason, and truly I'm the Illuminati w/o the Illumi-. Illuminating, with an intent on motivating. I invent and procreate, the most incestuous postulate. I split eggs, like ovulation. Get your sig checked, if it doesnt have darth in large quotations, you're not amazing. So much suspense, you ought’ to say, you couldn’t suspect an ounce of what my chakra sprays. Let’s commence to walk away. I’m a split-end, on the hair of Samson, & It’s Darth today. I'm VERY handsome , and its fully sunk-in, that this Hulk is hunky. I'm immense. And on occasion, when I rhyme, I emblazon. X’s and Xross-terrain. They call me the ironic machine. Have sex in your Jeep 4x4 with a chick whose lies' are- she's sixteen. On my porch I’m laden. To a mortal state. Where more than often I create a mortar slate. An apex. Distraught equations. Steven Hawkings pacing; breathing: "it's p-h not v" I'm sorry Pheven. on his wheelchair buzzing his buzzer. I'm content just rollerblading. (he’s jealous that I have smaller wheels, but faster.) More revolutions on rotation. Killing my mistress, gripping chainsaws, like goodbyeeee, I’m crazy.

[Lindel]

Neighbor

I'm the definition of raw; 7 Sins for the benefit of The Law
Leave Heaven stripped of its God, no benediction, the Devil lives in us all
These're penitentiary bars.. ascended vision, metal gripped in my palm
Hellenistic assault hold the severed head of Pegasus by its horn -
Red gets pitched on the walls; I let it drip down every inch of my arms
I generate genocide, never hesitant for Genesis to evolve
You're left w/ symptom withdrawal when my pen inflicts its signature form
Pledge addiction to war & make the dead lift like a medicine ball
Wreck the system like you were sent to prison & lost any sense of decorum
I'm a legend w/ every letter that's ever scripted the elegance of my thoughts

Mike Wrecka

these lames cant handle the tension my sentences bring,
got them shakin like the ropes when Ultimate Warrior enters the wrestling ring,
im an unquestionable sentinel at the center of things,
a special extraterrestrial vessel so every letter it seems,
that im on an incredible team, ATR the nexus supreme,
jettisoned the mediocre to be left with something better than wings,
an alchemist soaring past the competition as we sever the strings,
on parachuting writers seeking a safe haven to breathe,
I am a pagan extreme with Lucifer by my side,
we blasphemous baphomets wearing pentagrams in our eyes,
clash of the titans collide as these paragraphs are inscribed,
on stone tablets that will keep our words forever alive,
I make the temperature rise, im ceremoniously raising hell,
black magic for you faggots as I summon a satanic spell

Genocide

Prophets of death, that're Bombing the set
Promise the rest, there ain't been a dope enough conglomerate yet
For the gods to respect, boss of the spot
Get jim beam on the horn, im straight calling the shots
Toss you in the coffin, its locked
Let's see you fuck around, with your balls in a box
Cruciphyxions, crosses, I'm just staulking the block
Cutting off law enforcements tops, have it crawling with cops
Its like were all in the mob, we been made since day 1
Angels get fucked by the lords of flatbush, til your patron saints cum
Ya girl drink a whole case of facefuck, and swallow the truth
Imagine what being A.bove sluts could probably do
I'm a columnist to, write about the ways of the world
Even though that last bar talking bout the ways of your girl

[Lindel]

My fangs lacerate vital organs, squirting up blood like sharpened katanas
Taking pleasure licking flesh residue off my teeth in scarlet nirvanas
I blind you, searing your eyes out under arsenic waters-
with starving piranhas, giant gators and blood-gargling iguanas
Fiending soakin' in sulphuric acid baths~ soul-empowered with magma rain
Indulgence renders my gastric tract~ full-devouring gamma rays
My hunger shrieks for tigers, leopards, two lions and ten panthers
Werewolves that smell're repelled 'cause I carry the flu virus with six cancers
Chew lycans and spit rancor, infectin' with rapid evolving diseases
Wretchéd as hazardous solvents released within breath & this dragon's concomitant sneezes
Spreadin' his pathogen, oxygen ceases~ a venom-ingesting devil with horns
Who vomits up liquidous gastrics and pieces of victims in fleshless skeleton form
A seraphim's born when I swallow a feather then breathe out- dragon's breath
Basilisks form from the blood tricklin' down as my teeth gouge- Baptist necks
Still haven't built your wings~ heedless, this federation's flown higher
iLL Dragons built for kings~ breed in which respiration hones fire

[Lindel]

RED DRAGON rage from beyond the cage; arch bishop of lordship
Forgotten pen' from across the wind; sandstorm of rhymes; red lines
I'm the centaur of rap; the arch bishop of rap; the sandstorm of rhymes
I am the armed assassin; mathematical blastin' through sandstorms of glass
I'm beyond the armed arch bishop of lordship; pull the pen from the pocket protecter
I'm armed in the sector; with bioshock weapons to cryogenic cry the sesmic tension
Armed with Lugar Menaveur's and RPG'S; armed with sleeves from marty's and sartry's
The armed tectonic plate movement; move through blades of grass with assassin wrath
The sands of time hold my sandstorm; I handle light and life with universe
Cunieform; armed assasin blasting at elephants and sesimographs
I took a bullet for the 'NOTHING' sought something than blasted a nine
I am the student of rhyme with music and line; the lucid with rhyme
I'm the armed assassin; blasting cerebral weaponry; with hydro trajectory
I'm the cerebral telepathy; pointed the weaponry at horses and mystery
For I am the stone of death; the chorus of sandstorms and winter storms
Sinister horns; blistering storms in the midst of war; RED DRAGON

[Lindel]

I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Everyone sees Marcus as Calm and Collected, The Average Joe Persona Perfected...
No real family Drama to Mess With, His Father and his Mom are Respected...
They were Pillars of the Community, as well as Leaders in the Church...
His Mom did the bake sales one sunday, Dad was a Pastor, a True Believer in his Work...
While Marcus did well in school n Excelled at Sports...Never reguarded as the Hellion Sort...
As a Teenager he Rebelled of Course, But nothing that landed him in Jail or Court..
In highschool he liked to Read and Write, Voted most likely to Succeed at Life...
At college; He was Perceived as Bright, The guy you would go to when you Need Advice...
By all accounts, He was Honestly Flawless, No Associations with the Dishonest or Lawless..
His Record was cleaner than a Monastry's Wall Is, He was Uncommonly Polished...
But behind this Nice Facade, there's a Darker Side that Marcus Hides...
That's cold blooded, Ice for Veins, with a Heart Inside thats Charred n Fried...
He lives Ensnared in Doubt; You see theres a monster with which he Shares his House..
But this monster never tries to Scare his Spouse, or even Dare Arouse..
The slightest suspicion that it Even Exists...So no one knows of this Heathen of His...
N' how it Sqeezes n' Twists at his willpower, Or sees the scars that it Leaves on his Wrists..
Even Marcus finds himself Tending to Steer away from his conscience, so he can Pretend that its Clear...
And yet Marcus still Winces in Fear, every time he catches a Glimpse of the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Its two in the morning, Marcus stares at his reflection, waiting for the Fear to Show...
But it doesnt come...So he zips up his jacket, takes a last glance at the Mirror and Goes..
Out into the moonlights Eerie Glow...Its so quiet and still, it sets a Peaceful Vibe...
But that tranquility is Deceitful Lie...Because nights like this are when the Beast's Alive...
Its narrow eyes; it Keeps em Wide, searching for an opening it can Sneak Inside..
In the darkness the Beast Resides; Sticking to the shadows he Creeps n' Hides...
Suddenly the beast Stops and Moans.."Ah yes.."...a window someone Forgot to Close...
He'd bet they would have nailed it shut if they had only known what the Monster Knows...
It climbs in and almost knocks over a Box of Clothes; He listens, but the sound doesnt Wake em Up...
The beasts heart starts to Race and Thud..He licks his lips, he can almost Taste the Blood...
His teeth and knife clenched; Prepared for Violence as he creeps up the Stairs in Silence..
He passes a door covered in pink stickers...Poor kid, She'll never again feel her Parent's Vibrance..
Probally an Adoring Daughter; He stops at the last door..from inside the sound of a Snoring Father...
He busts in its a Gory Slaughter..Blood flows like a busted sink thats Pouring Waterr\\...
They'll never live to a Ripe Age... Atleast he judges by the blood on his Knifes Blade..
He stands and starts to clean his knife as he watches their eyes glaze as there Life Fades...
There death is Savagely Clear..The news tomorrow will talk about the Massacre Here...
Marcus heads for the daughters room, and he can help but smile as he Passes the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...

[Lindel]

There was once a blind wandering swordsman; with abundant good swords
He loved the lord with his own accord; yet wanted to teach him a lesson
He grabbed his sword blade; and time was abundant; he rummaged through millions of suns
Chameleons have won; chameleons have died to raptors; raptor rap ravenous ravenous teethe tongue...
He chewed through one thousands lords on a conquest to burn divisions of water pistons
He knew the circle of light was strong; he wanted to bond it with the circle of light
He grabbed his blade and blast grenades; showered red paint blood on abundant houses
For he killed in the name of the sun; he killed with the vengeance of the dinosaurs; velisocaptors
He loved God; yet thought each man he killed was him; he broke the commandment; YOU SHALL NOT MURDER
For he murdered many men; they were slain hanged from trees and hills of green and green
He killed many men; killing millions with a whiplash tongue in a village of rice and meat
He chewed through their meat with abundant joy; as him killing God's people brought the circle of light to the circle of life...
Once upon' a time; there was a wandering lion samurai with a long yellow lion's tail
He grew his killings skin pale; he'd set sail in voyages on sailing ships through voyages of sailing ships
He killed thousands for God; killed thousands in the name of the lord; with accord (a sword)
He shunned omnipotence; solemn oaths and polished' quotients'; solemn swords with trojan swords
He killed thousands; killing thousands by the head; the edge of his blade killed thousands
One day as he killed his 999th men; he felt sympathy for the man he killed a man of will
He killed hundreds and now it was time to stop killing; and live a life fulfilled
He left the village of pillaging; he was a minister; he came to the village with a black bible
He spewed sermons with a serpent's tongue; 'everyone must follow The Lord; or got to Hell'
He killed hundreds; thousands; now he is a minister with a sinister serpent
He was perfect and imperfect; as he preached the cross for the rest of his life...

[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

What’s a dandy lion to a dandelion? I pay you no respect.
You’re a complete lollygag, that means a wooden joke in text.
This a goal I’m getting strolling effortlessly toward an open net the goalies left.
Your punchlines are full time faggot. This ain’t gonna go to pens.
I’m overheads like a rainbow kick; you won’t impress with that Age old shit.
If I raise both fists, it ain’t to issue your eviction order.. but you better take notice before I break noses.
Save those biblical babbling’s, your favourite author is a lie,
The truth is Age, you relate cause both your stories are contrived.
All you do is cry about hate votes - morning, noon and night
I’m sure that you could find a way to turn even water into whine.
I’ve been the thorn that’s in your side since I arose,
A giant slowly rising, growing silently pasture pile below.
Manure wack. Fans of Rap-Royalty pray that after defeat
he’s ran to Netcees, and ‘leaves in private’ like Adam and Eve.
The nerve of this parableplegic is gettin’ embarrassin’; you’ve never been adequate
in any stage of writing, I’m Age-defying like Jennifer Anniston.
Your heads on my sack religiously, so anything after this
false as the manicured nails MCD buried your casket with.
You’re not a menace you sack of shit. Been a faggot past and present.
Now you’re a shadow of your former self. You’re a phantom Menace.
A sith you could beat me! I Yoda kid a neckline fracture
Dagobah for bar with me, you’ll need a Jedi Master
and have an Empire back ya, or I’m Tatooine your face
for calling me out short of a thousand like Methuselah’s age.
You’re two and the same since Enoch sonned you. I’m on a fact stating mission.
Let’s not bash faithful Christian’s, the kid a fool.. a bigger tool than man-made religion.
It’s last place you finished in the human race; threw away the lead you took
You were straining keeping up. I grew in pace, now eat my dust, til you can make a decent run.
I’m through with training. Seasons done. Been and won while you were exercising your demons,
If bible believers getting cross, I’ll crucify him with Jesus.
Why are you even here? You re-appeared tryna make us believe
but take it from me, heavyweight boxing’s the only AJ-Fury were waiting to see.
You’ll get knocked straight off your feet for trying me here, dawg
Ain’t nothing real about you. Everything you write is Amir Khan.
A mere con, get it? ‘Cause you a prisoner in your own mind
for thinking the SkySports your imaginary friend. This is Showtime.
The Klitschko Bros prime against a soup can - I’ll end it too fast
No contest. Aspartame’s far too sweet. I’d never do that.
The left’s a loose cannon. You should have tried ducking these
before you lose your belt. Suture self once your eyes cut and bleeds.
You lost already. I was offered entry to Fight Club for free
but I preferred tasting Earl Grey, it’s more my cup of tea.
I wanted five hundred EACH! You were a pussy from the start
wouldn’t agree to my shit, and pleaded a fifth like the ‘Murrican you are.
I could double this in half the time with a quarter of the effort
‘cause your skill set’s so ‘minute’, I could slaughter you in seconds
and without ordering the letters into those caps that you have
to emphasise a point. I capitalise on the fact that you’re wack.
You’re battling manic schizophrenia. You’re mentally insane.
This a baptism of fire for you to dance with the devil in diss May.
Hell is what awaits for you, in the end there’s no escape,
even when you’re feeling brave again and ready to regain
any semblance of your senses; you’ll remember me ‘cause Age
I’ll be there to lead the way...
treading on your cranium, just to make sure the depression weighs heavy on your brain.
You’re everything I hate in text; I’m proof of good not winning evil.
Already beat you once. I’ll Ice Age Too if he Pixar sequel.
We’re different people, me, you and your split personalities
and not one whimsical fantasy has it in them challenge me.
Quit with the faggot-tree, your shear snippets show why we have to weed you out.
Oaks take form from acorns. You’re planting seeds of doubt.
Always leaves around June, the board flourishes for the rest of summer.
Well I’m a self-raising flower - I was made for the pressure cooker.
There’s an oven in Hell’s Kitchen, I trust you’re a fast learner
‘cause womanly well-wishers get put on the backburner.
You’re the funniest Frankfurter. Silly sausage, empty your bread.
I’m hot, dog. You mustard misunderstood now you’re tryin’ da ketchup instead.
Everyone’s says I’m on a roll. You’re straight buns, quit copying me.
I promise you people judge a Shepherd by the flock of his sheep.
You don’t wanna get fleeced. I had paid shows every god other week.
Guess you’re proof of just how far my livestock has decreased.
Old McDonald would seethe if he could see me now. Fuck what he thinks.
What goods the opinion of some fictional old man that doesn’t exist?
You’re dumb as the scripture writing. The script you’re writing has to go
and your votes are the same thing back and forth like a palindrome.
You have a soap opera style full of re-runs and repeats
with nothing of real value to offer, but ya show up every week.
Once you were decent, and some hope he’ll return to the former glory
they saw before he was churning our nothing but boring stories.
Plot twist. I’d be turning in my grave if I were a Hall Of Famer
you’re the worst to have disgraced the site. These words the call of nature -
I’m sure ya pissed. You’ll call it quits before I call it a night.
I can tell he phony without telephony. He scared to put it all on the line.
This moron can’t buy iPhone’s cause Apple’s are forbidden fruit.
I’ll ring your stupid neck faggot, you couldn’t stick it to me with Gorilla Glue.
I’m in my groove like laminate flooring. I don’t have to cut corners,
you’ve been handed the short end of the stick in this magic performance.
I wand to spell the end of this trick like “Abracadabra!”
while spreading wildfire, since he’s a natural disaster
inferno mercy. Tsunamis will storm your defences.
Lemme at ‘em, I’m Eric Harris if you want war in the trenches.
Call him a medic. I won’t even Columbine name
I’d put ‘He’s A Bitch’ on his obituary, then his loss column by name.
Bye nameless faggot. I Excel while a higher PowerPoint to your words.
Choirboy shouldn’t cursor OneNote out of him tryna voice his concern
I’ll Office head. Change your entire Outlook like Windows 10.
I’m a Mac daddy. You’re Microsoft, must be wired different then.
This bitch should get with the program. There’s no damn doubting
He’d sell a butt if he weren’t celibate. He enjoys when a prolapse round him.
Butt how can I claim that you’re gay when you’ve done no ass pounding
and you’re the type to walk up Brokeback Mountain...

just to hold hands down it?

Straight up.

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I'll *blare; you'll taste sand*, baron mynd? LOL! All of netcee's share your faith man!
I'll air this fake man! This seer will 'make a prophet' when I turn Baron's Mynd to a *BARREN WASTELAND*!/

I'm raping this narc; pay with a dart to your neck - I make statements with bars!
I'm sedated as czar; even if you *CAPITALIZED WITH THE PEN* you wouldn't be State of The Art!/

I sing devotion; leave you in the blue ocean with fleece erosion!
This isn't netcee's, it's raproyalty! I got a *RING OF FIRE* for your ring of voters!/

I'll slaughter this men! Somber with phlegm; Sodom amends!
Throw you down a bottomless trench! You may spit *FLAMES WITH THE PEN* but my flows WATERS THE PEN!/

I'm a freaken' hero; cleopatra with the pen'; I can tell how you write will reach the zero!
BOOM'S THE BOMB? I'm leaking tears so! Because he *SUCKS SO HARD* he's the type to *BLOW UP* before the timer reaches ZERO!/

I'll ABUSE THIS MEN! My mouth is cotton candy; fuming phlegm!
Your doomed to end, boom descends? But I'll *TEST YOU SO HARD* you'll LOSE THE PEN!/

I'm slicing your propane! You can't sea the rainbow my flow paints!
I'm fast on a slow day! This kid think he's *DOPER THAN ME?* you must be higher than cocaine!/

I'm the eye of lines, dead man, AJ The Menace,? I've knocked you out of the equation; I'll make the pie divide!
I have righteous lines for your type of guy! Because even if you *READ DR. SEUSS ON A AIRPLANE* you wouldn't be fly with rhymes!/

My rapping is gluttonous! Rummaging through samples, touching the sustenance!
My rapping is loveliness! I got a *BIG PUN* for this wack rapper; that's CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!/

I have righteous lines, time divide's; and my lines divide the sky!
You'll subside to my flyest lines! Because even if this demon *APPLIED SCRATCHES TO YOUR TEXT* you wouldn't be TIGHT WITH RHYMES!/

You'll die to a formed tsunami! Your a dog bitch fighter pilot that's doomed to a *BOOM* kamikaze!
I'm the gloom in Nagasaki! I'll *MAKE YOU FOLD* like ORIGAMI!/

I'm rich in taste, you're dirt poor! I'll bury you beneath the earth's core!
I've birthed scorn! And this *KID CAN'T TOUCH THIS HOLY GHOST* like the EGYPTIAN FIRST BORNS!/

I'm tenacious with raps! Sagacious with raps, savor the clan!
My crew will be tasting this man! The dragons will *CLAW AND AFLAME YOU* than *THIS SNAKE* will make it a w(r)ap!/

My phlegm will hang bottles, descend and end your full throttles!
Your bars are so hollow! That's why you're *MORE OF A POSER* than INSTAGRAM MODELS!/

I'll maw as tyrant, I've pawed through cypress; and enthralled the highest!
I'll maw this typist! What is this battle of *WALLS OF TEXT?* than this is the *MEXICAN WALL VERSES THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA*!/

I'm a righteous assailant! Pious with statements bitch! My rhymes are amazing kid!
My lines are amazing sid! You smoke A-J-? Keep smoking weed; how can you *DEFEAT A DEMON THAT'S HIGHER THAN ALIENS*!/

I'm rapping with kick! I'm the type of guy that gets all the damsels in mist!
Your rapping with this? LOL! My raps will have you *HANGING BY A THREAD* than I'll *LITERALLY HANG YOU WITH IT*!/

Your diminished to nothing, my *GUNS WILL MAKE YOU LIE* LIKE my clips will be bluffing!
My pen's existing for something! Your a british *CHRONIC MASTURBATOR* what do you think they meant when they said *THE BRITISH ARE COMING* *THE BRITISH ARE COMING*!/

I'm NOAH'S ARK! My will flow will part the seas for the oceans heart!
My flow is art! When I spit flames, you're a *SUICIDAL LOSER* while I'm *JOAN OF ARC*/!

Your not touching my sweatshirt! My raps make my phlegm squirt!
I'll bury you in the red dirt! I *DEVOUR EMCEE'S* I'll *EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND DINNER, AND DESSERT*!/

My guns will *POP* bitch, you're not jew, but I'll burn you to a crisp like Auschwitz!
My matic wlll pop pigs! And I'll pull the gun to make your *JAWDROP* at the *DRAWBRIDGE*!/

I'm sick, rapping cancer; I'll sleigh when I make you have a *REDNOSE* ask that faggot prancer!
I'm sexing a dancing dancer! I'll *STAB THIS RAPPER* and my Cotton Candy Mouth; will devour this *CANDY RAPPER*!/

I'm a leader like *ADOLF*; I'm a speed demon; you'll pay sloth!
I rape clause! And if you *BITE A BAR* I'll *BITE YOUR FACE OFF*!/

I'll have you disappear from your mistress; I'll peer from your wishlist!
Revered in a scrimmage? You can try to *RUN AWAY* but how you going to escape a *MAGICIAN*!/

I'm discerning from a glimpse; I'm urning from the rip!
Learning in the spit! I'm a *ILL DRAGON* I'll *BURN YOU TO A CRISP*!/

I'm dislodging this flege; sodom and gommorah gotham when read!
Solemn with pledge! I'm a assassin, I'll *DECAPITATE* this topical head!/

I'm fulfilling woman; I have such a love for matics; I conceal concealing!
Reveal revealing! Because I'll *TAKE YOU TO THE STREETS* than *KILL YOU IN THEM*!/

Stop wussy! This is fin for your career; I'll eat sushi!
Your a weak rookie! And you don't *POP MATICS* but it's like I have *TWIN PISTOLS* How I *POP MY COLLAR* and *POP PUSSY*!/

You a veteran? Discerning as melt? But I'm learning as well!
Baron Mynd vs. Deadman - words from a spell! But if you *PASS THE TORCH* I'll have you BURNING IN HELL!/

I'm *ILL AS HELL*! You must be high if you think you're ILL ASWELL!
Kill this shell! And I'm a black magician, I'll *SEAL YOU IN THE BIBLE* so you can *KILL YOURSELF*!/

I bludgeoned earth; I'm the sun of worth from the suns of earth!
Tongue will thirst! Because when you see me *win(d) a round* that's how FAST MY PUNCHES WERE!/

I'll parade as a fair, my circle will have you laying in squares!
Saying you'll flare? Saying you put *GUNS IN THE AIR* MUTHAFUCKA I put *BLADES IN THE AIR*/!

This is the 66th bar? I'm 666; I'm truest emcee!
This is *STAR WARS* Icing on the cake like Gretzky! And I'm ordering *ORDER 66* on NETCEES!/

You're a CHUBBY WENCH; with TROUBLED DEPTH!
I'll give you a lovely death! And your *WIFE'S SNATCH* looks like the ALIEN that ATE BOBBA FETT!/

I'm flowing with seas rip! Netcees? You're a star; you're flowing will cease ships!
But here you're *PLAYING WITH THE GODS* like MOSES IN EGYPT!/

I've broke throttles; A-J's a player that smokes models!
You're a joke follow that chokes hollow! We're *POLAR OPPOSTIES* and this *WHITE BEAR MUST BE HIGH; LIKE SNIFFIN' COKE BOTTLES*!

This is a white rapper! You're honkey trash! This mexican is aiming for a goal like a hockey dash!
I have a solemn lash, solemn stance! I'm a *AUTHOR THAT'LL HIT YOU WITH A KING ARTHUR SLASH*!/

I have solace heart; solemn dark in the halls of march!
I'm in your girls walls for start! I'm so good with the *MICKEY D* I made your girl do the *GOLDEN ARCH*!/

I part the heavens, with sounds of trumpets, harps, and the heart of reverends!
This narc is jealous! Even if you were *WAR MACHINE* you couldn't be *ARMED WITH WEAPONS*!/

I'm a clover will rise, I'm the earth's creation; you're over with time!
Dopest with rhymes! I'm Jesus Christ's Sheep; that'll choke you with the *WOOL OVER YOUR EYES*!/

I have fiddle rhymes; a sphinx with a lions tail and riddle rhymes!
This kid will die! You're wack! I'll have you *FALLING FROM CHICKEN LITTLE SKIES*!/

You're wack with the rhymes, I'm attacking with lines!
How are you a british rapper? In war, you're harbored by the *BLACKS OF YOUR EYES*!/

I'm a teacher's pet, I'll have you dismissed! I have a pencil on my wishlist!
You're bars are submissive! You're a poor rapper; while I *OPENED THE SEVENTH SEAL FOR CHRISTMAS*!/

This lame's a hoe! I'm a rapper that plays the role!
I'll take your soul! We have opposite timezones; and you couldn't *KILL THE NIGHT KING PLAYING GAME OF THRONES*!/

My RAPPIN' IS HOT! Commit suicide! I'm 'w(r)apping the knot'!
Your the sand in a box; that's why I'll *PUT THIS JOKE IN A BOX* like a *JACK IN A BOX!*/

I'm the sodom of mouth; solemn with bouts'!
Claw through your trout! If you're 'the talk of the town' you're being *GOSSIPED ABOUT*!/

I'm never forsaking eleven, the ancient of relics!
Sacred and zealous! You 'make a bar' while I'm 'THE MAKER OF LIGHT THE MAKER OF HEAVEN'!/

I'm sacred with lyrics; the patience within' sin!
You're a 'old head' while I'm *ANCIENT IN SPIRIT*!/

I'm the sun's star; I have the 'drive to succeed' in a sponge car!
I have mud mar! *YOU'RE WACK*; this is 100 lines; but I just defeated you in one bar!/

Good luck!

[Lindel]

I'm Through Playin Games With Homos...This Kid's The Same as "RUNAWAY BRIDE" Cuz Either Way, The "DAME" only gets "FAME FROM NOSHOWS"...!!!
Between All Your Forced Metaphors And You, Spitting Ignorant Things...Voters Could "READ BETWEEN THE LINES" N All They'll See Is "PICTURES N LINKS"...!!!
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... Yall Really Thought I'd Be Rusty? Wigga Please
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He Gets What He Deserves? Yo I'm Doubtin It Wigga...Gets Titles From Noshows Knowin "DICKRIDERS ARE BIRDS"...-Word?-...they "GO SOUTH FOR THE WINNER"...!!!
This Is The TURNING POINT Do The MATH It's CRITICAL...If He Cant See That He's Wack - He's got his "HEAD SO FAR UP HIS ASS" he makes "SNIFFIN CRACK" a "RITUAL"...!!!
I'll Uppercut Ya Fuckin Gut, Until I'm Beatin Ya Normal...With So Much Food In Ya Stomache, I'll Make Em "SPIT UP, TWICE" Like "BELIEMICS IN ORAL"...!!!
I'm CRACKIN DOWN On The Motherfucka...Faggot, I'll Actually Slash You...And You Best Believe That The "WHIP WONT STOP" Like "CABS FOR A BLACK DUDE"...!!!
This Is Too Easy For Me, I'll Take Em Out In A Sec...You Beatin Me?..."QUIT DREAMIN, D"...I'll "PINCH EM" And REALLY Give Dame His "REALITY CHECK"...!!!
And Now I'm Back With A Rap To Snuff You...Cause If He Really Wants To Try Me - He'll get "PUT ON BLAST" in "10 SECONDS"...like a "NASA SHUTTLE"...!!!
But On The Real, You Don't Wanna Get Checked, Dog...Fightin Me? You'll "PUT YOUR LIFE IN THE RING" And He Ain't Even "SONIC THE HEDGEHOG"...!!!
As Far As You Winnin?...Pfft...Quit Lyin, You Punk...You'd Have To Be "PLAYIN 'YOSELF" like "GAMES" of "STREETFIGHTER" with "ONE"...!!!
Am I Gonna Clown On Your Girl? Nah That's Not My Business...But All Of "OMAN IN A BATTLE" is like "YOU AND YUM's THREAD" - "A COMPETITION OF BITCHES"...!!!
Iunno Why He Calls Himself "Damien" It Doesn't Seem To Fit His Purpose...The Way He "NEVER GETS OFF HIS KNEES" he's more like "CHRISTIAN CHURCHES"...!!!
Who Wants To See A Fight? For Starters, Damnit...Dame'll Be LAID OUT ON HIS BACK More Than A "LICENSED CAR MECHANIC"...!!!
Watch How The Chips Stack Against Him, He'll Begin To Boil Up...By Tomorrow He'll Be 'FACED UP" in a "SUIT" like "REVEALIN A ROYAL FLUSH"...!!!
To Be Honest I Dont Think I Ever Seen Anyone Jocked Harder...Cuz You Got More "BITCHES KISSIN YA CHEEKS" than "BOB BARKER"...!!!
What's Real Fucked Up Is With All That Cellulite - Damn Man...I'd Imagine "KISSIN HIS ASS" would be like "MAKIN OUT WITH THE GRAND CANYON"...!!!
I'll Have Dame Frightened, Teeth Chompin, Scared Of A Nuisance...Drink Away The Pain N You'll Be "DRUNK'N KNEES(niece) KNOCKIN" Like REDNECK FAMILY REUNIONS...!!!
I'll Have Dame So Embarassed About The Fact That He Faced Me...He'll Be Trynna "COVER HIS HEAD"...???....but he's too "FAT to play "FREE SAFETY"...!!!
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I Ain't Got Time To "School You" So After Class, Stay, Yo...Fuck that...If You're Smart You'd Just CUT DA-TENSION And Take Your Ass "STRAIGHT HOME"...!!!
But Seriously, No Metaphors - I Dont Need 15 Bars To Murk You...I'll Have His Ass "RUNNIN HOME BEFORE 11" Like He's Got A Fuckin "CURFEW"...!!!
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...I Ain't Done Yet, I Love To Kick A Motherfucka While He's Down...Let's Get Personal
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Who Runs Around Claimin No One On HF Has A Life?...That People Are Taking Shit To Heart, While Stayin Up Half The Night...Who Wrote A WHOLE Freeflow Cuz He Wasnt Getting His Props...Revealed Ghostwriting For People, Goin Claimin He's Hot...All For What? Mad, Cuz No One Liked You Before?...You'd Be Good For "GAMES" with "MILTON BRADLEY" - It's Safe To Say Your "LIFE'S on the "BOARD"...!!!
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And If You Try To Come Around Actin Like A Thug Talkin Trash N Shit...I'll "PULL YA CARD" Faster Than A MOTHERFUCKIN MAGIC TRICK"...!!!
Shit, Ain't Scared Of A Blood On The Net - Fuck Words...He Can Try To "COME TO MY CRIB" and "SERVE ME" - I'll "MAKE HIM MY FUCKIN BUTLER"...!!!
You Fat Bitch, You Makin Me Look Like A Medium...Cuz Every Time He "STANDS UP" - "WE LAUGH" you should be a fuckin 'COMEDIAN"...!!!
Who's The Best Of The Best? Not You, I Got You Losin With Flare...Imagine Our Surprise When The "LAST MAN STANDING" - Loses" like it's "MUSICAL CHAIRS"...!!!
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But Seriously How Many Times Have You Recycled Before?...Readin Dame's Verse Is Like A "PARODY THREAD" - Because "Everything You Have To Say" - I've "SEEN IT BEFORE"...!!!
Open Ya Ears Son, Cuz You Know I'm Here To Lyrically Rape You...Cuz Dissin Mine? Trust That I'ma "SKULLFUCK 'EM" with "STD'S Until He'll Be Stuck "HEARIN WITH AIDS, TOO"...!!! (Think About It)
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[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?"

[Lindel]

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.

[Lindel]

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!

[Lindel]

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.