THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[UnbornBuddha]

Serpentine dagger at hand as I confront the heavenly father
His omniscient crackling devilish laughter hellishly drags you
A mere boy when the Reverend grabbed you, bending you backwards
Now your soul is second guessing all chapels, the rebellious chapter.
Turn your head the other way, see the relevant matter
Your ability to see more is thanks to the perspective master
Realize that we're but composites of elements that bonded
Quantum rearrangements, fragments of resonant atoms.
Everything matters, even the scraps from Cerberus platter.
Eat away at the contaminants that have entered your brain
The center of change, seratonin's base, a chemical trait
That once unleased has you feeling better for days
If your fully healed, discredit my chatter
But, tell me why does a stream of red urine still exit your bladder?
How afar along will you let the pestilence travel,
Into your bowels, or until you emanate armor?
Go ahead and disintegrate further, but let me salvage your carcass
So I can prove to you I can discover your sadness
Agony camouflaged underneath your shadow side garments.
Allow me to harvest it, and use it to transform my passions
After all, such socipathic patterns are the ammo of madness
The art of deductive reasoning is an instructive deed to seek
Yet, Self delight constructs my idiocy, corrupting abysmally.
Even the most proficient can't touch my illiterate speech
Fearless, I'm still waiting for hell fire to incinerate me