DRAGON BLIZZARD~~

[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

Hell's fire; hell's flame; heaven's church cathedrals burn to the fiery scorching ground
Swords and scowls; the scorn of towns; Angels with blessings and prayers toward people of sentiment
I am hoarse; the devil In negligence; with selfish wit'; conquering embellishments with pestilence
I am sentiment; the fiery flaming sun of hell scorches the flames of Adolf Hitler; I am a pentagram
I am a demon; a demon from heaven and hell; purgatorial scorching sentiment in sentiment sentience
I am the sentiment of a lost dog; a cat with one life; the sun dies; and I birth skies
For I am the devil in hell's flame cloaked in daggers; caskets and urns; swords and tusks
Arid musk; arabian Egyptian ghosts torturing kings and prince's with spiritual warfare; the scorn airs/heirs
Arabian king, don't be afraid; the air is filled with god's wonders; a scorpion sting/king is disintegrated to ash
The scorpion king is disintegrated to ash in a flash; the sun is disintegrated to ash with hell's flame
I am hell's flame, the scorching hell's flame in the eyes of God; hell's asherah rod
The holy staff of God was held by a devil; as he grabbed the staff by it's tail and spewed venom
Scorching pestilence; torturing kings and prince's in hell; fortune tellers and mystics in the eye of scorching
The Sirens wail soulful songs of harmony and bliss; yet I hear lust; and appear/a pier with a siss
For I am the devil on your shoulder blade; laughing and guffawing for a eternity
The burning seas yearn for me; to swim into the depths of the scorching flaming seas and touch the sand
For man's spherical earth is in purgatory; with worry for the sun will burst into flames
Yet when they die they will go into hell's flame; for their sins; for negligence and sin..

the brain is 80% water thats why this god is a step ahead
using pencil utensils as ammunition when shot check the lead
hitting spots often as fat bitchs with cakes plugging clots
budging not, shine making the sun look like a megawatt
beating me, more likey to cross a black cat and win the megapot
you suck alot, I'm making you kick asteroids fuck kicking rocks
ya niggas trying to lynch, I'm sending ya back picking cot
most of yall "front" im leaving yall on the handicap side of the parking lot
your plot falls when fought, trying to jot shakespeaure but your farcing thoughts
can't "run" with me ill kidnap mothernature to burn your forrest flames make it hot
wanna Jouce? use a sword ill use your blood as ink to penetrate (penatrait)
an eternal vampire sucking blood couldn't take me down with 7 stakes
eat my heart show up at heavens gate not safe even heavens sake
noah's ark forgot this snake slightering in the grass biting a reverands face
venemous with a blade in his mouth sharp spitting fangs
your talentless crew get cut use a angels harp slitting gangs
melodies off note, so stick to being a thug packing totes
your jelling me can't cope, leave ya wit stiff throat, never rapping quotes
your feeling hope? thats like a alcopone not feeling dope
so these jabs make ya hit the ropes, mic tyson of this shit thats all he wrote

I'm converging with self emerging thoughts of earning a daily living
with rhythms given to me as a gift but as the world is turning
my mental's burning and no one is concerning that CREAM I'm yurning
my excursions is urging, so through the streets im learning
that selling coke and imported smokes is the way you control the rope
of this everlasting tug of war with life, to strive we got to pull and cope
but even then i'm sleeping on a flower bed at times
should I pump the lead to get the sour bread or rhyme?
if it comes to a solution, either one I'm fine
praying to God, but sometimes i wanna resign my mind
physical and soul to Lucifer through that have I crossed the line?
choosing a yellow road I have no control will I ever exhaust the bind?
that has kept me blind from advantages hope it breaks and vanishes
and causes no more damages to my cerebral management
and get my mentality straight to earn a decent salary
because in reality I navigate to get my high horse on a cavalry
but everything life pushes towards me is like a cinder block
trying to push with arthritis will make the sender pop
and drop, lose all of his confidence in his Individuality
the only who's mad at me is me and that be my fatality
so is it time to cause casualties through the right hand of my faculty
or sail the violent sea, I wonder where the facts will lead
I'm passed grief, right now I can barley afford to breath
I'll pick it randomly out of a hat which goal will my sword achieve?

Rip your bones from your cartilage, my brain I'm hardly with
I'm insane with Marley's gift, break you with a cane till your partly stiff
Your head I'm marking it for target practice no olympic matches
hit your balls with rackets leave you fucked and backless like im pimping Atlas
Crafted from God's design so I split rhymes like 9 nines
f**k fine women, yours a nickel mines a fly dime
till i dipped her in liquid nitrogen and scraped her face off with 5 knives
never see her face again, till I rape and do the same to my 5 wives
I stay vibed with Nitric acids to desenigrate
skin from muscle, and steal breaths like to hyperventilate
your intestines and heart sure look good on my dinner plate
and the swine arent smart to f**k with a sinners hate
I take the whole NYPD and make them choke on 20 keys
free rikers isle now the streets are full of unfriendly G's
we kill all the fake MC's running around causing a mockery
give them a box of fees for talking hypocrisy
but I'm a living monarchy, and yall niggas are phillistines
and my art is creating killing schenes made from the guoillotines
a evil elohim, fuck it I got a basement full of med evil torture devices
and when i take your girl and torch her at the stake your face is priceless
hit all the old rappers with spiked bats and put them in a mid life crisis
Im just the nicest, creating pain is my strife of enlightment
cold as a winter fleece, as you can see im not a curtious beast
ill skin you from your head to you feet im literally a muderous MC

,,
I am Andrew -- I hung the devil by a noose --
The level was the student? No -- the devil is a ruse..
I travel dimension; eat dinosaurs and MAMMOTHS
The cunieform was stabbed with the unicorn as sabbath
I am not to be fucked with in WAR.. a WAR ON LYRICSISM..
Hear the rhythm.. fear the schism -- my next victim
I tore the sheathe of a thousand devil's and writer's..
Onto the next cypher,,striking like a viper
Who wants to battle me!? A demon and devil
My teacher was a purple dragon..eaten with metal
I shoot airplanes and helicopters with spit and saliva..
I use airplanes as helicopters..chopping the AORTA..
I am death..my writing is ''DEATH NOTE'' like RYUK..
My tombstone is cried upon by angels -- the right cue..
Early in the morning I met a Samurai -- black as shit..
He was a nigger..challenged me -- malice creed..a fragile being..
I tore his sheathe than laughed like (SEE!)..
I'm the best writer on the planet of granite..

WELCOME TO THE SAND PIT..

Optimist ridicule -- talking shit!? Here's the duel -- rocketship -- steal the fuel..
I'm the conglomerate kid from the unstoppable shit -- cocking a lid..
I steal your soul from your body.. that's how I ''CATCH A BODY''
CRACK A HOMI -- you'll see heads flying -- like KAMIKAZE --..
For who can defeat me? I'm SINACOG -- peel your wig dog..
I'll PEEL TEN THOUSAND WIGS -- PEEL TEN THOUSAND PIGS..
I eat cats like JAPAN.. STEAL/STEEL GATS/BATS to your van..
CLEVER PUNCHLINES.. like LUNCHLINES -- SERVE THE FOOD IN PUNCHLINES..
GLOCK nine burst into flames when I shoot have your head lookling like ghostrider..
TOMBSTONE your head.. you'll feel more tombstones than WRESTLING with undertaker..
peel two glocks from the BANANA CLIP..hear the rip
I rip these FRUITS APART FASTER THAN YOU CAN STEEL/STEAL THE CLIP..
I'm dropping bombs like BLACK OPS..shoot more fire than ATOMIC DRAGONS..
SOLEMN RANSOM..popping UZI's at popping pussies.. my UZI weighs ten billion pounds..
Put the uzi on the beam.. twin glocks give you two rounds..
For I'm the RULER/RULER of schools.. GEOMETRY and physics..
Kill teachers and students with SOLOMON and kid shit..
SWALLOW SHIPS and digits.. SWALLOW SCREAMS OF bitches..
Yall couldn't see me in a collosiem of bitches..
For I'm the ECHELON/SINACOG eating screams with the byzatine..
I'll have arms to the back of your head..how's that for effect??
For when the beam shoots -- it's like dissection in spaceships..
rage rips.. monkeys flying out the banana clip barrel like donkey kong..STOP THIS GOD??
I'll put the asherah pole to your TEMPLE..how's that god?? THE SOLEMN SONG..
I'm taking HOMIS and SUICIDES.. for my words are weapons..tight agression..
SMIFF N WESSON.. kill a lesson of kids with weapons,,

During the times of war -- the surging of lines of gore..
I spoke in cerebral tongues to seas that hung themsevles from the gallows
SWallow in battle..battle the cattle..swallow the gray matter of cake batter..
I spoke in cerebral tongues and ended the life of a sea that sung..
SIRENS suck my cock..SIRENS alert the flock..
SHEEP of the matter. sleep in the grass with serpents who eat the flock..
I am travesty..your majesty in a long white robe..
BRIGHT GLOWS..night flows.. tight flows..SNOW GLOBES..
Earth was smashed with a JACK HAMMER. I JACK HAMMERS..
I smack animals and eat cannibals.. i treat animals to treats from passable food
I'm the nastiest dude..agressive people couldn't passive my mood..
For I speak in tongues in battle rap form;; cattle strike thorns..
ANIMALS and cannibals. battle songs and tragic flows
I am ANDREW JAMES FLORES eating from the tree of eden
Look in the mirror and you'll sea a demon(NOT YOU)..
For I am the sheik of light;; appeasing strikes..
I stroke my serpent; and ejaculated venom
I ate pussy; and emancipated woman..
DECAPITATED children..during biblical times..
I built a cynical shrine for myself.. and there was a mime..

I'm the animal. eating animals;; devouring sinful plagues -- a SIN OF PLAGUE..
I torture the BRAZEN BULL AND TORTURE DEVICES WITH VOICES FROM ISLANDS..
PIOUS ISLAND.. conquer conglomerate kingpin;; the SANG MEN..//
HANG THEM.. THE SING PHLEGM.. I eat ANIMALS than hang them//
I'm the animal from hazardous plague;; damage the dead..
CONQUER CONGLOMERATE KINGPIN from ISRAEL TO PAKISTAN..//
I ROCK THE MIC; like *BOXER ANNOUNCERS* I become trouble to BOUNCERS//
BOUNCE like basketball to your draw.. and draw a GAT EXPLODING ON UR BACK(*LIKE A DEMON*)
I stabbed the demon on your back twice;; I blew the devil off my shoulder blade..
HOLD WITH GRACE..A MOLE IN PLACE..conquering the holes OF PLACE//
COLD IN PLACE..I ''FREEZE TIME'' and punch you in the face..//
CUNTS will be replaced with gats exploding in thier face//
For I am the GEPETTO PUPPET PINOCCHO; conquering planets//
PLANETS OF GRANITE AND ALABASTER STONE WITH THE CHROME//
I *GO BACK IN TIME* and kill a million biblical prophets with a UZI..
THey tried to kill me with a SCIMITAR TILL" I ripped the spar with a GUN THAT BARKS..
For I have a billion animals in NOAH'S ARK.. HOLD REMARK..
SUN OF MAN NOT SON OF MAN.. my BIRTH BURNED THE SUN//!!

MONKEY BARS!! No what I'm sayain.. spit propane and go insane..
INSANE WITH THE PEN GAME.. I SPLIT BANANAS IN HALF WITH HALF A CLIP..
I got twin anacondas eating sharks and planets..
I'm as black as granite turning a AUSTHIZ CONCENTRATION CAMP into a SANDWHICH..
I am prosperous.. your majesty..with splendor and happiness..
CALAMITY SPILLS: MONKEYS GO INSANE IN A BARREL TILL I SHOOT THE ROULETTE..
DEcapatate heads.. I aim the uzi straight at a GORILLAS NECK.. exploded in check..
Monkey bars fall from the playground onto your head..how's that for effect!??
I killed KING KONG AND GODZILLA as the three headed dragon..
deceased/disease from a wagon.. i ate ten thousand dragons
the dragon vs. the monkey!?? the serpent didn't stand a chance!!!?
For when the monkey yelled avalanche.. it damaged man..
I'm a master of flows; capture the chrome; and blast at your dome..
BANNA CLIP kills ur bannana have ur banana screaming it's ass off..
RAP SCOFF AND KILL RAPPERS AND BACKPACKERS..
For I'm a monkey dragon..like ONE PIECE the suns' shiek..
Eating blue diamonds in the cavern of HECK..how's that for effect??!!@?

There is a demon world; resonating with chemical ink from bad spirits
EVIL SPIRITS from the seer of love; the tree of life is stabbed with the tree of light
A sea of light is split in half by a prophet; the prophet is devoured by the soul
Mountains are crumbled to pieces; the stumble of JESUS; THE JUNGLE of THESIS..
I am a demon; eating the souls and spirits of a thousand good ghosts
I am the cold one; eating the sun and moon as they ROMEO AND JULIET
I am not to be fucked with; carrying the sheathe of a sword; the repeat of the gore..
A thief in the war; repeating the scores of the heat in the war..
I am a mountain of thesis's, cobras are MILKED by the fangs..
I am hung from the private parts; I know every NAIVE SMART..
I'm carrying swords and weapons; accord agression..
FOrce the weapons on swords and weapons; snort a lesson
I'm bathing in chemicals baths; symmetry lapse
EMBEZZLING BRAT; chemical bat; memory lapse
I'm counting stars in the night; blue dandelions are bloody
THe sound of crumbling trumpets from GABRIELS HORN IS ASTOUNDING..
For I am the embezzling king; SISTINE KING..
Eating the fruit of eden; than making a pristine drink..
The naive are shot with alabaster stone weapons; fold agression
CHESSY POETS from the verbal tech and weapons; sheathe agression..
I am ANDREW JAMES FLORES: a genocidal terroist..
I shoot with a verbal tongue.. spraying clips..

VS

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

--

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

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.

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






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