Sinacog vs. Sini~Swag & Flow

Lindel · 09-14-2024, 06:23 AM

When I was twenty one, it was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
When I was twenty one

They said he had a frequency like some white noise that carried itself along
Buried in wealth, money couldn't buy happiness, he lived vicariously with song
Every stanza was a minúte movement, he likely wasn't good at expression
The highest notes captured him, the lowest notes understood his depression
On the brim of regression, his passive aggression attaches a lesson explained
As a passionate quest to answer the message, a rite of passage is a testament gained
No home - no family - simply, a vagabond with a softer soul and a subtle caution
From rubble, stones and bones broke, but nothing more important than the one he lost when...
...that mourning began - a collapsed lung from collapsed ceilings, shrill screams
The new soundtrack to his hardened shell, the muse of music now nothing, but still scenes
And so he thought of her, thinking from time to time that this riddle connects
Tears stream down the face of a man whose eyes dwindled down to a ripple effect
In giving respects, he mutters sweet nothings through a whispering breath
Just praying that the clock could wind back, without revisiting his vision of death
That mind like a prism, never confined as a prison - shine light in the darkness
Pint-sized as an artist making parchment the last resort for the might he could harness
But he was life-like; juxtaposed with a mannequin's stare and hipster clothes
Mixing those feelings of emotion with others of tension while he wished for growth
Disgusted, he trusted none, but befriended many on the path to a distant cove
Where oceans crush salt in his wounds underlining the face that his grimace wove
Through the grimmest known tragedies, he lifted gold and shifted goals casually
Never taking a minute to choose, no minute to lose, the only limit he knows naturally
...is the sky, once that fell, his heart sank deep when the reaper was coming
Cause the weakness of man is falling short of glory through the demons we summon
But the reason we run is the same reason we hide our secrets in dungeons
The people mean nothing, they feast with their eyes and eat for consumption
And he was not of this world, no foreign language - still lost in translation
He believed in right, morality never seems to die alone in a spot of stagnation
So then who is he? He is you and me, he is a human-being...he's an illusion, see
Portrayed as a loser, not opposite winners, but a person with no sense of truth to be
What was once his youth could be now stated as a useless plea for hoping at all
Considering the changes, pictures vividly painted everything he wrote on the wall
A word buried in ink - followed by a shot fired blindly with no beginning or end
His demons are awakened, he could die trying to face them or live and pretend
With nothing to fight for or against, his closest friends were his rivals at best
The shadows shrouded him for year and sleepless nights have put survival to rest
If it's vital, he was dying, but up until this point I had you sit through it, tense
Cause it's like the metaphor of feeling ripped apart has taken on it's literal sense
And if you've never felt the anger and pain, it's nothing like accepting abuse...
...he went through this alone and his memories escaped him as he bled to his shoes

Now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of my years
And I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs and it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

Memory Lane. It's the road most traveled. Also, the most feared.

Dungeon dragon, fucking faggot in drag queen; serene sun
The beam one, I'm a fucking nine millimeter uzi; eat suns
I'm carnivorous alloid, blasting toys; making noise; abundance
The sun's kiss; blunt twist; the sunset was bludgeoned and plummet
I'm gassed with fluid rhymes; the enzyme of time; I am divine
The red rhymes of lines; descend sun of time; blasting the nine
I cannot' be fucked with; drinking milk from my mother's breast
Suffer less with fucking stress; fucking sets of sunsets; punk chest
I'm loved by every woman in abundance; summer sunsets
Winter wonderland; the son of man; fucking plans for AMSTERDAMN
I am AJ The Menace; getting my cock sucked by woman and girls
I'm fucking the world; sucking the pearls; succulent swirl
I am Sinacog; Sini's ARCH NEMESIS; PARK RHETORIC
ARMED WITH THE SEC; when the uzi shoots; they blew caboose
The red dungeon dragon eating fucking faggots; fire breathing dragon
Sire seethe the faggots; fucking maggots; fucking tragic
I am EXODIA; coke and sun; broken lungs; open tongue
Coke in abundance with lotion sucks; woman in bikini's
Smoking nicotine; breathing listerene; I'm a gullotine
Swine are misery; I am fucking beef; more like vagina; recliner
The PIZZA PLACE beyond the gracious wait; I AM GAME
Eating dames; seethe the brain of NOVACANE; BLOWING BRAINS
I am Andrew James FLORES(AJF) slay the jests with praying/preying lefts
Slaying threats with jetlag; bet fags; I DEAD FAST PEN TRASH
Pen eclipses the sun off my raidiant facial features; I AM ETHER
I am a fucking kraken; dungeon dragon; cometh rapid maggots; I DON't HAVE DAMAGE//
I am the radiant sun eclpise; once I MET A WOMAN NAMED THE RAILGUN
I said puns like RED RUM; then dead cum in her bread YUM!
For I am a beast with the pen' eating the win(D)
Depleting the sun; ICE CREAM AND CAKE; priceless with snake
I am a snake in the grass; fakest will laugh with ancient talismans
SACRED EMBELEMS; red rum red rum red rum; bread crumbs
The death cunt; kill suns; harbor wrath and wage; I'm a cage
FLY WITH MAGES and NOVACANE: I'm insane; primal rage
The icing on the cake; priceless your a fake; the ancient scroll
Patient trolls are killed with snakes and ogre's; for the closure(CLOTHS SURE)
For I am a ancient demi-GOD with semi-FLAWS AND ECHELONS
Breaking sconce; the PHENOMENON; getting strong working out
SHIRTS AND COWS; I'm a PLOW; you are out; I'm IN VAGINA
Eating bred crumbs; RED RUM RED RUM: ate some(SUM)
The blade runner with cake butter; chained hunter
BRAIN TUMOR; killing lame scooters; I'm A ANCIENT RULER likE MAYAN MATHMATICS..

09-14-2024, 06:23 AM	#1
Lindel Box Join Date: Dec 2018 Posts: 1,141 Rep Power: 0	Sinacog vs. Sini When I was twenty one, it was a very good year It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair With all that perfumed hair and it came undone When I was twenty one They said he had a frequency like some white noise that carried itself along Buried in wealth, money couldn't buy happiness, he lived vicariously with song Every stanza was a minúte movement, he likely wasn't good at expression The highest notes captured him, the lowest notes understood his depression On the brim of regression, his passive aggression attaches a lesson explained As a passionate quest to answer the message, a rite of passage is a testament gained No home - no family - simply, a vagabond with a softer soul and a subtle caution From rubble, stones and bones broke, but nothing more important than the one he lost when... ...that mourning began - a collapsed lung from collapsed ceilings, shrill screams The new soundtrack to his hardened shell, the muse of music now nothing, but still scenes And so he thought of her, thinking from time to time that this riddle connects Tears stream down the face of a man whose eyes dwindled down to a ripple effect In giving respects, he mutters sweet nothings through a whispering breath Just praying that the clock could wind back, without revisiting his vision of death That mind like a prism, never confined as a prison - shine light in the darkness Pint-sized as an artist making parchment the last resort for the might he could harness But he was life-like; juxtaposed with a mannequin's stare and hipster clothes Mixing those feelings of emotion with others of tension while he wished for growth Disgusted, he trusted none, but befriended many on the path to a distant cove Where oceans crush salt in his wounds underlining the face that his grimace wove Through the grimmest known tragedies, he lifted gold and shifted goals casually Never taking a minute to choose, no minute to lose, the only limit he knows naturally ...is the sky, once that fell, his heart sank deep when the reaper was coming Cause the weakness of man is falling short of glory through the demons we summon But the reason we run is the same reason we hide our secrets in dungeons The people mean nothing, they feast with their eyes and eat for consumption And he was not of this world, no foreign language - still lost in translation He believed in right, morality never seems to die alone in a spot of stagnation So then who is he? He is you and me, he is a human-being...he's an illusion, see Portrayed as a loser, not opposite winners, but a person with no sense of truth to be What was once his youth could be now stated as a useless plea for hoping at all Considering the changes, pictures vividly painted everything he wrote on the wall A word buried in ink - followed by a shot fired blindly with no beginning or end His demons are awakened, he could die trying to face them or live and pretend With nothing to fight for or against, his closest friends were his rivals at best The shadows shrouded him for year and sleepless nights have put survival to rest If it's vital, he was dying, but up until this point I had you sit through it, tense Cause it's like the metaphor of feeling ripped apart has taken on it's literal sense And if you've never felt the anger and pain, it's nothing like accepting abuse... ...he went through this alone and his memories escaped him as he bled to his shoes Now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of my years And I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs From the brim to the dregs and it poured sweet and clear It was a very good year Memory Lane. It's the road most traveled. Also, the most feared. Dungeon dragon, fucking faggot in drag queen; serene sun The beam one, I'm a fucking nine millimeter uzi; eat suns I'm carnivorous alloid, blasting toys; making noise; abundance The sun's kiss; blunt twist; the sunset was bludgeoned and plummet I'm gassed with fluid rhymes; the enzyme of time; I am divine The red rhymes of lines; descend sun of time; blasting the nine I cannot' be fucked with; drinking milk from my mother's breast Suffer less with fucking stress; fucking sets of sunsets; punk chest I'm loved by every woman in abundance; summer sunsets Winter wonderland; the son of man; fucking plans for AMSTERDAMN I am AJ The Menace; getting my cock sucked by woman and girls I'm fucking the world; sucking the pearls; succulent swirl I am Sinacog; Sini's ARCH NEMESIS; PARK RHETORIC ARMED WITH THE SEC; when the uzi shoots; they blew caboose The red dungeon dragon eating fucking faggots; fire breathing dragon Sire seethe the faggots; fucking maggots; fucking tragic I am EXODIA; coke and sun; broken lungs; open tongue Coke in abundance with lotion sucks; woman in bikini's Smoking nicotine; breathing listerene; I'm a gullotine Swine are misery; I am fucking beef; more like vagina; recliner The PIZZA PLACE beyond the gracious wait; I AM GAME Eating dames; seethe the brain of NOVACANE; BLOWING BRAINS I am Andrew James FLORES(AJF) slay the jests with praying/preying lefts Slaying threats with jetlag; bet fags; I DEAD FAST PEN TRASH Pen eclipses the sun off my raidiant facial features; I AM ETHER I am a fucking kraken; dungeon dragon; cometh rapid maggots; I DON't HAVE DAMAGE// I am the radiant sun eclpise; once I MET A WOMAN NAMED THE RAILGUN I said puns like RED RUM; then dead cum in her bread YUM! For I am a beast with the pen' eating the win(D) Depleting the sun; ICE CREAM AND CAKE; priceless with snake I am a snake in the grass; fakest will laugh with ancient talismans SACRED EMBELEMS; red rum red rum red rum; bread crumbs The death cunt; kill suns; harbor wrath and wage; I'm a cage FLY WITH MAGES and NOVACANE: I'm insane; primal rage The icing on the cake; priceless your a fake; the ancient scroll Patient trolls are killed with snakes and ogre's; for the closure(CLOTHS SURE) For I am a ancient demi-GOD with semi-FLAWS AND ECHELONS Breaking sconce; the PHENOMENON; getting strong working out SHIRTS AND COWS; I'm a PLOW; you are out; I'm IN VAGINA Eating bred crumbs; RED RUM RED RUM: ate some(SUM) The blade runner with cake butter; chained hunter BRAIN TUMOR; killing lame scooters; I'm A ANCIENT RULER likE MAYAN MATHMATICS..