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![]() My despondent life moves with the waves of a dreary ocean, I bare emotions of a fish that’s lost his way At constant times I drown in a place where there’s barely solace, while careless Seagulls guffaw at my fall in pain My pumping ventricles are wished to be clogged by an Octopus, whose absorbent grungy tentacles yearn my earn Yet the unpleasant Eel won’t even shock me shook, for this broken fish has no electrical current worth And I’m besieged in vacancy, swimming the seas in atrophy, trying to have the strength of mighty sailing ships But a cynical hermit crab designed my skeleton, which is why I’m mistook for a spineless Jellyfish If only I’d had a blissful companion we swim the Atlantic, and stay together as engagement followed through But with my miserable antics that mission's Titanic, the sea to me will forever be a space of solitude It’s all in view, all this fish’s infinite limitations, if only you could see through the eyes I count with I tried to get a definite reputation, but received the disgraceful stripes of clown fish I’ve just been racing through life contesting aloof, hoping eventually in my gills, potency grew Now my soul is in two and water’s reflecting my mood, I guess that's why this sorrowed ocean is blue.. And every night I wish the horizon; shed a light to where I’ll subside in I wish to sever ties with Poseidon, and he’d end my life with his Trident... I wish… I wish a ship of oil, tipped and boiled on my scaly skin; I wish demented mortals, ripped and soiled both my tail and fins I wish to end with this distress, in depths of an abyssal trench, I wish this fish had twist in nets, and finally submit to death! I wish… I wish a morbid band of sharks had embarked to drown my symphony, I wish a swordfish stabbed my heart and the scars bled out in infamy… But then I realize if I was granted all the wishes I said I’d just be back where I started, sleeping with the fishes again… Will I ever lift from this sorrow? I’m swimming in the depths of depression with no way to set to ascension, as my mind’s spinning in a seeped whirlpool Suddenly out the corner of my cornea, on the Ocean’s sandy floor in blood, I spot a lying Sea Turtle I swam towards the sand that centered thee; he must have been a century, on how his shell’s design emerged But his neck gashed by an enemy, and as a dying remedy, he whispered me his final words… “Through the ups and downs of ocean waters, eventually you’ll find your way No need to stop at frozen harbors, for in this sea we call life, the tide will change… And you will Ascend Passed The Waves" With that, his eyes began to slightly close, as his carcass slowly faded away Now, with those words of wisdom, I’ll always remember to savor this day 1 year later Now... Now I look at a hurricane straight in the eye, and blind it with my bright complexion I clear all the burning rain, grayest of skies, and move it when I fight deception I’m in the right direction as the waters have settled; I’m passing marginal levels as the light’s reflection My heights extended passed the mark of the devil, I’m leaving sharks with the pebbles as the night intended My flight’s ascended, as I’m elevating the softest, no more warring scenes of contemplating the hardships I’ll pass the ninth dimension, reach into the sea and make a so serene constellation of starfish Now I’m one like a group of sea lions, as the aurora borealis has my mind enchanted I’m so high with peace I’ll seek Sirens, to form an alluring exploring voyage to find Atlantis Now there’s no holding catalyst, and no more hazardous frantic bliss Now my only passing wish, is all see the light without an Angler fish That there’s hope to the pain and the strife, it's all in the changing tides Take the past and ocean wave it goodbye, now alas you will elevate your life... To Greater Heights. And Ascend Passed the Waters to paradise. VS Thief in the night fangs in your jugular Bleeding you dry I live in a glass house Throwing Meteorites Appeased the gods in a previous life And I slice the throat of Sweeney Todd For get my piece of the pie I'm the angel of death Outpacing olympic swimmers Wit the titanics anchors chained to my legs All without breaking a sweat From the underground And I'm craving the taste of your flesh Like the day of the dead Here for gaining respect Enforce the laws of gravity And draw the sword of Democles To the nape of your neck Communist Marxist Sharpshooter locked on my target I was breast feed cancer and bottles of Arsenic Blind swordsman wandering darkness I'll drop the queen's severed head in the offering basket I'm eating outta coffins and caskets And everyone in my field of vision Just crops to the harvest I'm a hell-born Seraphim Four faces with torned feather wings Spawning forth the four Nephilim Burying peace pipes Diggin up the hatchet Deepthroat my dick till it singes in your stomach acid We unattractive ferocious creatures I got master degree burns After a heatstroke of genius Rush the doors from dusk till dawn My entrourage plot on top of Scotland yard Cause we above the law Withstand the force of a juggernaut We're the receipe for disaster And the beats cooking up a storm All powerful being during hours of sleeping I levitate between the ground and the ceiling Advance lifeform found in my semen Haven't started to rap yet this is Just the sound of my breathing A mental plane like Eynola Gay I'm slashing open throats of backstabbers Wit my shoulder blade Step off the planet it would float away Tormented by growing pains Of my ever evolving brain I sever ties wit heaven skies And wage wars that makes Armaggedon Resemble a training exercise Third eye blessed with second sight A centerbite I've survived the new mexico desert testing sites If I do start to smoke weed I'll take two tokes And won't breathe after a whole week and OD Battling me you wont get cold feet The meer thought of facing Possessed Will freeze the fluid in both knees Product of a Warlock and a Witch knock you for six Piledrive you down a bottomless pit Push my luck over the top of a cliff I don't bite the hand that feeds me I chew it off at the wrist I forge a sword from a thundabolt And I'll rub in salt into bullet wounds Just to the make the slug disolve |
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