Week 4 - Pent uP vs Adonis - Pent uP WINS

[Adonis]

Non est factum: Latin for "it is not my deed"


I'd sign my life away to change a piece of mind,
At least a peace in soul could construct a word of gold,
Bond verbs with lymph nodes and release designs,
I speak in hymns of crimes, preach to clear the blind,
I think a verse is primed to administer the miniscule,
Divide and conquer ants with written visuals,
A spirtual minister verse those –
So, Vile monsters,
Complex congress with confused subconscious,
Converse progress...
The blind leading our medicinal iris,
These habitual hybrids lying with open eyelids,
Never turning cheek from crises,
In fact the agency contrived it,
But I digress – The case in point is complex,
And I devised it.
Disguised in Hancocks, inkwells and cursive,
My locks jelled, slicked back with purpose,
See my serpent tongue has a certain way to think of fun,
And my objective is a gun – The red dot, glares down the sun,
I'd gladly give my life to change a piece of mind,
Sign the flat line for just a little peace and time,
Paint a smile gland to gland for every dead man,
If they could rise from quick sand,
From every cemetery in my homeland,
The white military crosses would disband,
and every soldier would push dirt and just stand.
I mean God Damn! Every action has a reaction,
But petroleum has the white man living lavish,
His passion's so tragic, a yacht to dispose black gold in Atlantis,
His specific goal? To erode a bloodline into ashes,
As it floats to outer core and demolishes the atmos...
I fear it's true, our seeds never stood a chance,
Born in a world with a mixed up thesis,
where Jesus isn't as popular as Kim's romance,
As the chick who holds Bieber in slow dance
As popular as the dirt on my two vans,
Unpopular to the young populace in today's land.
See, I'd gladly sign my life on a lease if I could at least,
Sacrifice a piece of my soul for a piece of world peace,
but the world encapsulates the demons in my wake,
As I lie wide awake, breathing fire I intake,
I'm distinguished for Christs sake, disguised as Christs son,
But the world shrinks, adding more peeps,
And the average is as evil as I think.
So my eye winks, as I write in disguised tongue,
Formulating schemes as The Reverends son,
You ask what am I trying to say,
“I'd gladly give my life so tomorrow could be a better day”,
Draw up the contract, I'll put my name on the line,
Write between bars if you can read between mine,
this art's my constant, restraint in notes,
I write so goose bumps can be the braille to explain my soul,

All I’m saying is,
If my death can cure this world, give me the deed,
Hang me as “T”,
Stab my abdomen with a javelin and rest me in peace..


Oh wait...
Am I stupefied?
Or,
Has someone else been crucified?