Sini vs. Revolution

[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

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[Lindel]

The night blankets the sky in the bat of an eye; words of peace wither away in a battle of cries
War has commenced and our doors will be hit with the forces of sin in only a matter of time
Aircraft missiles swerve passed the heads; bombs bombard the land till' the mass is spread
And here I stand; mother with her son in hand; mind sharp to poke holes in this plan of death
This beautiful boy will not be another passing breath in this vile genocidal overthrow
So I'll fight for his life till' I'm choose to fold, and know he'll stay alive with wholesome growth

I hear the footsteps, they're growing louder by the second, these soldiers have come, rounded with their weapons
*THUD* THUD*, they're at the door, pounding with aggression, my heart's beating, they start breaching, as I'm scouting for an exit!

I see a window; I open it in dismay; when suddenly a soldier spots me like a predator does his prey
I see the killer in his eyes; he's ready to engage; when he aims; cocks back his heavy weapon and sprays..


*BANG* *BANG*...


...But he misses his shot for his sinister plot; I sprint down a river to set for escape!
"After them soldiers, get your weapons in place! These degenerate peasants are getting away!"

The abundance of soldiers are coming in closer, aiming and spraying their guns at my head!
A bullet brushes my neck and I run out of breath, but I won't let my son succumb to his death!

Before I'm killed instantly, I'll set my son on this piece of debris, and send him down the river afloat!
But before I save your precious life; and send you into the night; there's something that I want you to know!

My Son

"Where ever you may go, I know God's shining sun will rise
And the forever growing grass will be greener on the other side"



*BANG*..

***


Meanwhile from far down the river ...

The day twinkles the sky in the blink of an eye; words of peace prosper in the meaning of life
The future looks bright for the people alive; as their laughter commences; cleaning the strife
When word has spread of the christian genocide; the atheist's and agnostics did not look too surprised
All looked to continue with their lives although nothing had rised; except a woman; who had sympathy in her eyes


Although common sense has released me from pent-up religions
This genocide is a tragedy I wish on no Christian
Limbs on the floor, children ripped up with shells
This cursed day on earth is their own living hell
If only I believed in such heavenly grace
I would pray all this fire and brimstone away...

*Baby Crying*

Ah, what is this that I hear, entering the crevice of my ear?; it's coming from the never ending river near the pier
I look when everything is clear, to find there's not a thing to fear; for it's a beautiful baby boy; of not even a year


He must be a survivor from the mass genocide, for gunshot residue on his head is shown
I refuse to let this child sleep on a bed of stone, so I shall claim his innocent life as my own

Here in this home, hope will never be lost, your voice is heard and dreams are sought
As the spirit of freedom fulfills us all, you'll feel more than the gleam of god

Let the whimsical wind free your soul, illuminating within to ease your toll
Here where you have hold of your destiny, where there's rendered peace to reach your goals

You shall live a prosperous life full of frolic and light; here where the land is sweeter
Here where the sun shines on the path of leaders, on the other side of the river; where the grass is greener..


'Fury of the frosted dragon was once told as a myth; but now behold the unfold of my grip
I’m one who’s intended to run through the weapons, protecting the peasants and nobles that live
These militant, primitive soldiers in mist; will suffer the limitless cold that I whim
I flicker my wings to be seen like a solar eclipse; releasing a breeze that leaves em’; frozen and stiff
Sweeping through the air in a moment of whit; I swing my tail to have these statues broken to bits
Yet my ears pick up frantic motion in wind; an iniquitous whisper devoted to sin!
Archer reinforcements come like rummaging thieves; shooting their arrows from under my feet
Summoned in summits with numbers in hundreds they try to puncture my lungs for defeat!
With my tongue in my cheek and stomach in depths; I inhale a breath; ejecting a colliding blow-
Retracting all arrows as fast as a sparrow to targeted archer’s hearts as sharp icicles!
Twenty are left rendered as dead; the rest look into my eyes and realize the might that I harness
Frightened with fear they run trying to clear; so I launch them an ice ball the size of a comet!
Their bodies are crushed into particle dust; I scour the ground for more scoundrels in action
When suddenly from the sinuous seas: I spot silhouettes all shrouded as massive
It’s an abundance of ships with thousands of cannons; all fully equipped and mounted for blasting
People are screaming and the king starts to flee as powerful shots pound through a mansion!
Simultaneously all ships begin firing rapidly; destroying houses and palaces with lightning tenacity
I have to think fast in times of a tragedy; to save the peasants, nobles, and life of our majesty!
Fueled with a heart of pure fire and rage; I hover up high enough to overlook the entire terrain
Relentless In posture I eject the biggest breath ever conjured; shielding the city with an icy blockade!
The cannon balls falter against my defense; the sailors have an expression of one’s meeting the omen
Just in case this elitist fleet means to retreat; I release a breeze which freezes the ocean!
Their death is imminent; I fly where the ships are in stall; the air becomes glistened and riddled with fog
Gulls’ drop to be settled on this dawn of the devil as I lock on the vessels with an ice missile barrage!
Hits rip through facades’ till their ships are in shards; on the sea’s frosty surface scatter blown apart limbs
Surviving startled men try to call for amends; so I swallow them to launch em’ out as frozen carcasses!
The final vile man is slain with my embers; I return to the sire’s land; embracing its members
Civilians cheer from the grace that I render; as the king elegantly appears; raising his scepter
Today is to be remembered not as menacing treason; but a day we’re we up kept our brethren in legion
I fly up to bestow' the slaughter on the frozen waters; from atop of the ice wall; defending the kingdom
Behold the ‘fury of the frosted dragon; one whose sworn to protect the righteous in hardship
Channeling light to bring brightness to darkness; forever hailed as a true; Titan of Tarsis


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.

In a devilish world plagued with professed malevolence, relentless rebellions, and demented sentiments
Where men are never hesitant to burn scripture in hell’s fire; and teach their kin to detest the testaments
A man prays every day with bless’ed grace; for God in Heaven’s gates to save the earth and restore love
For his wife had died in labor wishing for a reborn sun; for him, his daughter, and newborn son…

Dear God,

“I thank you for the blessings you gave to me gradually, but tainted morality, continues to make way in deceasing man
May your limitless ways make the sinful decay-wither away, so I may raise my family in a peaceful land”

***

It’s been a week since my wife had died and I cry at night; missing her pristine, gracious voice
But then I look at who she passed my way before she passed away; a beautiful, serene baby boy
O’ how you and your sister fill my face with joy; even in a blistering world where hate destroys
For I know if I pray and have faith in choice; we may one day see a place of poise…

So as the years pass way, I pray…

I pray and read the bible while taking care of my kin; who I’ve managed to raise even In these days of living
I’ve kept them sheltered and nourished so their lives could be wealthy and flourished; away from the state of sinning
For if you practice Christianity you’re battered and hanged, so in the shadows of man we tip toe and whisper
We must move intelligently with the bible in hand, as I begin to teach them the Lord’s Holy Scripture…

We begin reading stories from the bible; O ’how these disciples can’t refrain their eyes from the print
The stories they favor were of Judas the traitor, and how God sent his only son to die for our sins…
Both have immense light from within, it shows with their grins, God’s word has brought forth their faith
They are especially ecstatic when we kneel by the mattress; and I passionately; teach them to pray

So as the years pass way, we pray…

Over the years they’ve both become gracious apostles, especially the boy; so dedicated to praising the gospel
With the bible in hand I stepped in his presence, for he wanted to ask me a question, which had his mind raided and boggled
He asks: “Under the suns blinding colors,… what happened to that one person missing? I wonder, what happened to your wife, your lover? What happened to the one who gave me life...

My Mother?

Ah, I knew this question was to come…and I had to be honest with my son …so I read him a line from Jobs 1:21….

“The Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away:…"

At first he looks at me exasperated and bothered, then in an instant he hugs me and says “thank you father”
I look at him briefly and feel such a gust of divinity; that I don’t seem to feel when I glance at my daughter
I realize he is one who is one with the holy trinity; and it shows with how his soul shines like glistening pearls
I realize he is one whose spirit could enforce serenity, and bring forth everlasting peace in the world


Meanwhile….

Thinking it would be safe for one day to go out, I sent my daughter to buy bread rations in a market near the house, but instead she roamed near the south; where calamities fare about
Little did she know she had forgotten to take off her cross necklace; and is held at knife point by a man till’ she blatantly shouts; “Don’t kill me and I’ll tell you my families whereabouts!”

Ah, how history repeats itself

As my son and I our praying to God and savior Jesus Christ, I feel the door open wide; it’s my daughter and a man; his face filled with slaughter and intrusive sin
He lunges at my son with a putrid grin, and stabs him with a crucifix, so I punch him and kick him, then pick up my son like an infant, and quickly run through the wind


I run holding my son passed burnt down cathedrals and hordes of foul people; thinking to myself: “I have to save my boy”
Then I realize he is one whose soul is desolate to any deadly sin; his respected death will bring the world faith and joy
BUT I CARE NOT! His cries for help make me cry myself, and I don't want to repeat when my wife had depart
Yet even his sister’s arrival was right on the mark; as he absorbs man’s sin; and dies in my arms…

“O’ How the Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away"...

***

Dear God,

"I thank you for answering my prayers, and restoring love, thus giving the world light under a reborn sun.
But there’s just one thing that I pray you’d give back O’Lord, and that’s the presence of my belov’ed

Son.”

In a heavenly world blessed with professed benevolence, replenished rebellions, and breathless elegance
Where men are never hesitant to repent as reverends, and teach their kin to respect the testaments
A man cries for God to bring his son back to life; for his essence plummets in plight
He cries for the boy that Heaven summoned to light: The Second Coming of Christ.


In a kingdom ruled by a malevolent tyrant - spreading his violence like the deadliest virus
Echos are heard from the crevice of silence - alas bellowing words are set to be rising
For in the distance General Tarsis is shedding light on his federal squadron of a grueling plot
To over-rule and trot the ruler gone - for in this land of famine - all they have is food for thought...

General Tarsis's Speech

As Revolutions governing wind brushes my skin - I come to amend this repugnant land with succulent lips
Dusk will begin the dawn of hundreds of men - when they apprehend my speech of trusting content
"Over the years - we've witnessed the king's tyranny reign - he was ruthless in execution and giving us pain
Well now - it's time for retribution in limitless ways - may our sorrow set sail and start drifting away
We are living astray from a quality life - the cause of this madness I pondered at night
It all started when his reign wandered upright - bringing forth darkness to squander our light
Spawning our plight till we were dogs in his sight - he poisoned our crops to leave us rotten in blight
He's the monarch of spite sparking the cardinal vice - with no regard for what's wrong and what's right
He has no honor or spine - when he calls us to fight - so on this final order we'll demolish his shrine
For all of the time he spent blocking our shine - will be paid for with the cost of his life
You're my army tonight - marching with might - keep the fire inside you sparking forever
For on this day when we embark and endeavor - you'll remember the date we conquered together
No more tarnishing weather will plague the skies - we'll sleep on clouds knowing it's safe at night
And our wives will experience a playful sight - when our children frolic on grass during graceful times
Keep that fate in mind - and we won't falter or lose - we will succeed I'm promising you
Let us march our feet to stop the abuse - for the voice of change is calling us troops...

Be Ready to charge and let loose..."

And so we solemnly march through this land of dictation - our souls filled with mass inspiration
Passing peasants of angst and starvation - for they felt the full effects of this famishing nation
We are The King's men - but this is an act of invasion - a channeling statement of grand assault
The hands of Revolution will grasp us all - when we arrive standing tall - to make his castle fall...

Soldiers...

Ready your weapons for in several seconds we'll be steadily stepping on the yard of his Kingdom
He has guards, archers, and marksman as defense - with enough fire power to harvest a spring sun
But we are the elite ones - rangers with a gift - they are the weak ones - strangers to their niche
So when I give word - begin aiming with intent - to take out the two men stationed at the bridge!
"FIRE!"...
And the enemies hit with marksman precision - but above Archer's are driven to start shooting their arrows
Quicker than thunder they begin hitting our numbers - so we swiftly advance to move from the peril
With wrath as our force - we blast through the door of the castle where guards are armed for attack
Yet my army is fast - at barraging a task - so we spark up a blast turning their armored squadron to scrap
Now we advance up flights of stairs till are sights are flared with Marksman blaring their muskets at us
Their remorseless fleet is intense as they murder a majority of my men - and render me covered in blood
But I'm not going to fold for I'm close to my goal - I could almost hear The King cower in his chambers
So as the proudest of traitors and foulest invader - I channel my anger on these scoundrels of danger!
Loading my musket with bullets - I trust it and pull it - murdering every marksman in the room
"Alas, we made it' I say to my staggering crew - It's time we open our majesty's tomb...

And so we open the door to where The King resides - prepared with his doom...

There was our King - hiding in shadows - frightened - defenseless to the crime I'll unravel.
"I stand before you you're majesty - bringing forth tragedy - for your reign will end tonight at the castle"
My men begin to celebrate - with destined grace - as I ready my musket for execution
But first things first I think in my twisted mind - for my lips have lied to you Brother's of Revolution...

And so in a twist of events - General Tarsis points his musket at his own men...

*BLAST*...

***

I have succumbed to my sin for I've killed all my gullible men - as my heart is filled with fire and brimstone
For my time has finally come - I've intertwined with the sun - as I reign over the sire and his throne
"I'm done following orders - I've abolished your quarters - and my army was light for seeking the darkness
Now I'll take your breath - and with your death - I'll rule over a new land - The Kingdom Of Tarsis!"

As General Tarsis murders the King with a maniacal laugh - the sky darkens marking his triumph alas
For as a tyrant has passed - a new one is born - one more relentless and vile than the last
He plans to reign for decades to come as a devilish one - as the clock ticks under his tower
For when his stomach growled in this land of famine - he was merely - Hungry For Power

As I look out the window pane, sin is flamed to the point where an inferno is cast
The fire spreads burning our flag - and scorches corpses till they're in an urn for their past
I've developed insomnia because I'm worried and sad - it's only a matter of time before my death is sealed
And I'm on the muddy floor left to squeal - this bloody war has scarred the nation - and it has yet to heal
The threat is real - set in steel and iron - breaths of spieling fire - demolishing our mahogany doors
A slaughtering force - with grenades and bombs for a war - invading our land without a thought of remorse
I could hear them on our course from miles away - harnessing their planet's pride in their grace
But why must they face us with such violent rage? Why must we be sentenced to death on this trial of hate?
I cry and I pray - for peace to flourish again - looking out the window - thinking when the torment will end
My core is in twists - at the sight of foreigners in the mist - blowing holes in the ground - forming a crypt
The sky is pouring with limbs of courageous soldiers - who carried boulders on there shoulders for us
I see the ones who are breathing loading their guns - trying to rebuttal with slugs next to puddles of blood
But they've succumbed to their hunt - their hunger and lust is that of gluttonous scum
A covenants rushed by the government's fund - but it's quickly turned into an abundance of dust
Now these robots roll on concrete roads - firing projectiles at our lofty homes
These rocky drones have been programmed by evil mechanics - to have a heart in an off beat zone
Not even children are spared on this day of tragedy - they're ripped apart by machine guns under the spring sun
They truly are the elite ones - with superior weaponry - plus they outnumber us ten to a meek one
There's nothing our world can produce to stop this madness - all our caskets are surely seen
I hear vivid screams of our unsung heros - as military tanks are blasted to smithereens
These our explicit scenes of the extinction of man - our hourglass has dropped it's last spec of sand
There is no miracle for blessing the land - for destiny has beckoned its plan
Technology has stepped to the stand - taking over the human race while we barely started running
The President has resorted to desperate measures - as he orders atomic bombs be dropped on the country
This is our hell dispersed in regime - for now the entire earth has been seized
I realize this is worse than any burning disease - as I look out the window - and witness Man Versus Machine

I am an Angel, precious from above, with a golden halo
I Love The God Of Israel, as he's my soul in solstice, keeping my heart controlled and able
I am bold and sacred, ancient in heaven's time, turning water to blood
I am the potter with gloves, holding nothing back when I'm offering love
I fly across with a dove, through iridescent skies, crucifix in my hand
Making people repent for their sins, no-one will transfix my demand
I exist for the chance, to help the earth as it rotates on God's axis
My work goes beyond passion, for I was there when The Lord dawned dragons
My wings expand with the color of white, no-one will stumble my might
For it is the sound of another's delight, that has God cometh with light
I am the sun in the night, casting away fire and brimstone
I am as pious as the known, until the trail of this globe
God has plans for all in hand, I will assure that through all the land
For I walk through the Valley of Death, as a shadowed man, for the beauty of the act of man
I create miracles, God's people have seen me give sight to the blind
I am righteous with time, serving God's light in divine
Satan serves hostility toward's The Lord Our Creator, as he goes into battle with a horde of his nature
I grab the sword that I savored, and as I'm flying slay a demon, with the force of a savior
This is Armageddon, the war is casted, alarming heaven
I never rest as God's heart and weapon, to verse Satan, and disarm his henchman
The seventh seal is opened, The four horsemen assist in The Apocalypse
Angels yell 'God will forever be omniscient', not a demon is missed through my Oculus
Angels soar through the skies, biblical beasts are unleashed to make a roar and a cry
Good vs. Evil, is a course that's arrived, for this is when opposite forces collide
God's light beckons throughout the earth, God's might then shakes the ground and dirt
People of the world repent on the grounds of church, for with God, they finally have found their worth
Satan has sought to retreat, rebuke's are said by me on his defeat
Heaven and earth are followed by glee, for they have conquered with peace
I am an Angel, serving for God on the earth, well prompted
Yet with all the vast war displayed, I might just turn to darkness.....

Vs.

My Art of Battling is stronger than a Charge of Calvary,
You call yourself the best? I Call that a Fallacy,
my pistol sounds like a dog Barking Angrily, Discharging Rapidly,
I corner the competition like Market Strategy…
Sharp Analogies, watch me Cock the Hammer you Stop and Stammer,
I Chop Cadavers with more blades contained than Helicopter Hangars,
Pinpoint position like Diagnostic Scanners identifying Chronic Cancer,
Catching motherfuckers out like Polygraphers,
Who’s the best at Dropping Chapters?
You? What an Idiotic Answer, What a Slander, you are Not a Factor,
Microscopic Stature - a speck of Cosmic Matter against Atomic Rapture,
Velociraptor Doppelganger you get your Oblongata Splattered,
Psychotic Battler with Bottled Anger, Top Commander,
Watch your Manners or get your Collar Fractured,
You’re gonna get this work – look at how the Jobless Gather,
I throw MCs aside like Tossing Wrappers, compared to me you’re just a Comic Actor…
Invincible with Lyricals, I’m a sick Criminal that drinks Chemicals,
Rip you in the Physical, flip Individuals like Reciprocals,
my knife sharper than the Visuals for high Definitional Digital…
My unpredictable Compositionals are impossible to Classify,
Rapid Rhyme Samurai, I break you down like tryna Factorize when Math Applied,
Half your Lines Antagonize the other half are Standard Lies…
Amplify the Voltage Effect, stick Bolts in your Neck that look like Frankenstein Awoke from the Dead,
No one’s Exempt, going toe to Toe with the Best? Opponents Fold in a Sec,
Showing Contempt, Focused with Threats, destroy everything like swarms of Locusts and Pests…

The Original Rhymeborg - plastic silica in my endoplasmic reticula,
With a lifespan to match Nutricula, I snap fibula till it hang perpendicular,
Your style is actually minima, it lacks effect like classical cinema.
In particular, your style is boring us all,
You’re horribly poor, my bank statement contains 4 times more commas than yours,
Probable cause, motherfucker drop to the floor, I am the law,
Start up the saw, the Marshal of war will carve through your jaw until you’re forced to withdraw,
You marvel the form, I point out your obvious flaws,
I’m constantly raw, its genocidal the way I exterminate pathetic rivals,
Throw me in the mix I’ll hit the semi-finals with a quick bien jugado to you bitch Americanos,
Make you wish for deaths arrival, apply pressure to cerebrospinal, then split your water head with a lever rifle,
Shred your vitals, the form is perfect like geometric spirals.
No reprisal, wait a moment and I’ll fillet this lame opponent,
Get your brains shot - you’re a rain drop trying to displace the ocean,
Your display was hopeless, straight atrocious, better off trying to cultivate a lotus within a plague of locusts,
What I states ferocious, make your kids play with clay explosives.
Not even staying focused, just deliver lyric message with the sickest methods,
The king of rhyme grows tired of this simple peasant, I dismiss your presence,
Rip your tendons in a millisecond, give you hope until your will is strengthened right before your intercepted,
People supporting you trying to make a quick investment better get a risk assessment,
Your chance of a win is a slim percentage, and your sisters pregnant,
You are pale - I am iridescent, each limb is fully independent and capable of killing legends,
Against me? You better take the Fifth Amendment.

I’m a bio-militant handling complex reactions and diverse stimulus,
I saw people writing about “Flow” don’t they know my hydrosynthesis?
Battling me? You must be smoking psychostimulants, you would be better off smoking nitro-glycerine,
You battling me is like a diabetic going into shock without their glycol-insulin,
Because I rhyme ridiculous with no right equivalent, my styles so intricate it forms inside a chrysalis,
My status supermassive - Your status is a micro-increment,
You’re just a minor irritant; I despise your insolence,
Losing against this sideshow participant? I can’t accept the thought - my mind shows dissonance,
Someone wrote I was light that’s typo isn’t it? They meant tight because I’m the maestro killing it,
You won’t believe what your eyeball’s witnessing, burn the optics from the socket like a light bulb filament,
The wolves are out and nightfalls imminent,
This life forms illiterate what you write shows ignorance,
We might go into it, but I prefer to stay neutral like Ireland or Switzerland,
My lines are limitless - you could spend years burning written text to disc with ISO imaging.
Twice as strong as diamond silicon, let’s get one thing clear I am not like you,
You want to battle? Meet me at high noon inside the air tight vacuum.
Or in a high tech classroom, I have to teach you a grave lesson,
The cross breed hitting warp speed firing a space weapon to split you into sagittal plane sections,
Strike with the force of eight consecutive freight engines, your face looks like you constantly taste lemons,
I smoke the finest product you just scrape resin from yesterdays session,
I grow tired of the strange presence of this lame peasant, in a contest of seven people you came seventh.

My style is emphatic, highly advanced with the rhyming dynamics,
You try minimizing the damage, your life is a challenge,
My mind is unified - yours is a slice of a fragment,
Disorganized - psychosomatic, undetailed like some kind of schematic,
My writing is balanced; I aggressively boast with a measured approach,
You study my technical notes, your pathetic, a joke.
The best of zygote –
Bayonet to your throat, split you down a center line and disconnect your mind,
Your style is hormonal - I think it’s best described as endocrine,
You probably feel objectified.
I started with an impressive climb and finished in an endless prime,
I’ve perfected rhyme, break you down in record time when strength applied,
It will take your finest effort just to test my lines and you will face resistance like an isometric exercise.
I have no set design. I just improve and get better under the stress of evolutionary pressure,
Remove you defenders, you better choose to surrender,
I challenge your claims like an insurance assessor and disprove your conjecture.
The apex predator super aggressor, I do it for leisure,
Who’s the contender? Throw me the next opponent,
I perplex opponents when my threats are focused, and detest opponents who attempt to test my focus,
Your chances are less than hopeless, with an intelligence quotient that drops even at this very moment.
My best components are deadly and potent, vector strains infect your brain - you go inanimate,
The Pro-protagonist, I’ll murder you and your co-inhabitants,
Your only advocate is your psychoanalyst, trying to stop the best? I’m not impressed, what you show’s inadequate.

My skillset is sharper. The spiritual father to millions of authors and literary scholars.
On a mission to conquer until your final will is dishonored.
What I’ve written is dogma, it transcends simple limitations of genre.
I’ll kill your supporters. The way I efficiently cut through your roster you’d think I was officially sponsored by big-industry loggers.
Simply, I’m smarter. My position is stronger than vehicular armor,
It marks a significant departure from these other submissions of fodder.
My word is vivid and implicitly chartered, it’s like a mixture of the Magna Carta and Scandinavian saga.
You sit there and ponder in conditions of squalor awaiting the final bliss of nirvana.
Witness the horror, I make you describe the event like a personal injury lawyer.
You’re the type of person to pass someone in the street and tip your Fedora.
Just don’t even bother. There is no chance for you to defeat me when focused.
I grow tired of all those recently quoted, would need to clone myself to find a decent opponent.
Your appearance was noted and then dismissed perfectly, you can’t tire of these recurring themes,
Each line constructed urgently with a fervent speed - the surplus exceeds 10 to the power of 303,
I’m disturbing the peace, you disperse from the scene,
Rhyme is mine - I own the majority, the deed and the purchase receipt.
In other terms, if you search for the beef I’ll serve you extra-sized portions,
Your style is best described often as the early onset of boredom,
You should exercise caution because I pressurize organs.
I only insult opponents with a sense of decorum, and set alight forums with impressive rhymes that exemplify ‘Awesome.’
Step aside you’re done, because my train of thought could turn your brains to naught,
Compared to me you’re like a grain of salt.
I remain appalled at your basic faults, and shouldn’t have to explain it all.
But let’s explain how I’ll break your skull with bare hands driving nails through your cranial wall.
I’ll fillet your corpse in ways that could confuse and impress a professional sushi chef,
I’m truly a threat. While your self-opinion suffers from the Dunning-Kruger effect.
You only present the illusion of depth like a parallax or parallel lines,
Each paragraph of battle rap has a patent design,
The most vigorous word deliverist with a handful of rhymes for any language and time.

I fit the nomenclature of a known crusader,
Associated with holding sabres, crossbows and rapiers,
Keep a hidden shank in my fitted cap like the Oakland Raiders (as shown by Neighbor).
You fold like paper when I pick apart your broken nature,
Criticizing every facet of your own behavior.
Your skill is like an ice cube - mine is like a frozen glacier so grand in stature it could span the whole equator.
Unloading chambers to change your skull into a smoking crater.
My style is basically excessive hyperbole designed perfectly,
My grammar is fine and I write with a dire Certainty, the rhymes in each line can fry thermally your mind circuitry.
I write with a wide diversity, Vulgar would describe it as a Persian caravan adventure from Samarkand to Mecca.
You’re just a basement dweller, your Grandma’s cellar is your hacienda.
My style is precise at catching errors like a tax assessor.
This is task force Kappa Delta - we’re reading active sensors in the Alpha sector, wait Zygote has escaped, activate all Satnav antennas.
I come in peace like an open handed gesture, and then thrash pretenders because frankly I'm better.
Unbeatable like an acapella, defeat opponents at my leisure and mute you like flash suppressor.
Raw enough to give you salmonella, attack defences in half a second to completely smash your center.
You’re a badly tempered transgendered sex offender clad in leather,
You make me sick – I’ll need an Alka-Seltzer just to stand your presence.
Put opponents under massive pressure like a trash compressor,
I grow tired with your bland conjecture, what you craft is boring,
What I craft is habit forming, it should come with flashing warnings.
Without resorting to a moderate effort I could have every novelist bettered with one dominant sentence.
I’m as consistent as dead man referencing coffees and breakfast and psychological pressures.
My cognitive ventures are incredibly handled, my pseudo-intellectual technical babble can leave VERITAS baffled.
Aggressively smack you, I create the kind of things you could not produce,
The rhyme technique makes CopyPat appear like Dr. Seuss. This is child’s play like halftime orange juice and soccer boots,
So give me my proper dues or I’ll give your chest a target, I know more rhymes than Pancakebrah knows different independent artists.
My skill set is the sharpest in every single department I kill the competition market.
Regardless of your pathetic attempts I press onwards with an aggressive intent,
Study my opponents with a sense of contempt, their efforts to beat me are ineffective at best.

My villainous melody. Starts with concealing identity. With mischievous therapy from infamous weaponry
Move an inch - and you’re hell bent.
You’ll get hit with so many leg kicks you’d think the crest of my family tree was related to millipedes
Read Leviticus sentence three, the antithesis section reads: ZYG extraterrestrial centipede with a predator ancestry
Even Certain could edit these with no sense of worth in my pedigree.
By reading my syllabus semblance, you could sense of resemblance of Hemingway meshed with Ovechkin.
You’re a nickles worth, a penny. Hey, If you even sensed to breach my synthetic seed
You’d be welcomed and greeted, seldom by an excess of mental themes where you die quickly yet dreadfully
It’d be like Professor X embedded a present scene, central dream where your watermelon gets plopped on the leather seats in a Continental stretch limousine like President Kennedy
I study at Harvard with an asynchronous
mantra. If you want to, I could levitate your bravada
One exhale from my lungs, and this UFO could start consuming your chakra.
I’m amusing. My musical genre is so confusingly soothing, a nudist would want to put on clothes while sifting on through it.
I could transform Italiana and go Jersey shore on you primadonnas
Commence to unnerve and break your vertebrae, with a fork in your column like I’m scooping noodles and pasta
Don’t even expect to perplex me with your princess pencil writtens
ZYGs an insect with a no sex quintessence.
I’m a known threat in question. Intercepting homing thread signal threats, once my only index finger lifts.
This just in, Unidentified Flying Object, has identified itself as a specialized rhyming project.
It’s moving it’s legs and arms aside. We can’t recognize or derive its logic
Roger! it’s been alive. Now spying prospect - Oh God, it just synthesized a virus confect!
You’re the type to overdramatize a sinus infection. I’m highly respected on Earth.
You could describe my dialect as widely observed.
Your style is best described as infant child crying at birth.
I’m the doctor just prying, and urging your mother to cut the umbilical cause suicide isn’t worth it.
Do or die. An animal. Warning, this prototypes appetites unhurling
Everything I analyze from you is absurd. if I vandalize with forewarning
It’ll absolutely be agonizingly disturbing. I could even have your pastor give a sermon as I eat you, it’ll be like sacrificing virgins.
Sing a lullaby, as I paralyze surgeons. I’m a tantalizing figure. With mammoth sized verbage
Offer sacrament wine. While I damage a satellites orbit. You’re a candle light, soft wick
I’m a roboman of rhyme rawness. Dynamic line thwarter, emphatic metafive monster.
Gigantic hydraulic. metastasize this Galvanic. Ironic.
It’s the romantic eye-popper. Valentines’ chocolate versus the organic samurai with atomic nuclei ions
I satisfy fanatics. On an organized crime ladder. Prioritize to vulcanize volcanic lye sulfur,
it’s the titanic dive surfer and I glamorize mechanicized war slaughter.
Canibus’s father author poor pauper. Insanity when worlds darken
Canonize a corpse crusher. Fantasize. My swords sharpen. Sanitize the warm water before dumping a swarm of old scholars
Organize a organ grinder to vocalize my psych ultra.
Deposit slides of white soda to a phosphorous slime your mind opens.
Explosive geyser. Like Vulgars type. Euthanize you vultures ripe.
I’m Boisterous. The color striped poltergeist with a thunder bolt consciousness.
ZYG’s occult commas drift. To an Oxford full conduit. Karmas lulled. Plotting twist to traumatize a cultures confidence.
I’ll pilot a plane crash, while I swallow your cadaver. Prominent brain splatter over your particle gray matter.

Cro-Magnon, you’re under-evolved, I’ll send a drone pattern to your stone cavern,
Turn your home planet into whole fragments.
You’ll get your bones flattened. Defeating me? It won’t happen like something that won’t happen.
It’s like a brick in the ocean trying to struggle to swim, or a fish on land running with fins like a couple of limbs.
You chance of coming up with a win doesn’t exist like something that doesn’t exist.
What I craft is frightening - my class of writing should be described as “Frankenstein-ing.”
I’ll snatch your life chi twice as fast as flashing lightning,
Beating me is unlikely like beating something that’s unlikely.
You don’t want to be within my vicinity when resuming hostilities,
The best known epitome of written prose with efficiency,
With the best skill hooked up to a treadmill in a lunar facility to track motor agility and neuronal activity.
You call me sick so consistently pathologists check for immunodeficiencies.
Your skill is limited to your hopeless ability - my skill is over infinity,
You beating me? It’s such a low probability that there’s no possibility.
Go ahead and mobilize civilians, I’ll override positions with a motorized division,
Polarize opinions - split opponents into two like mitosis, splicing, fission.
My whole design is brilliant. Under tight controlled conditions I’m known to fry your system.
My newest method is like fuel injected motorcycle pistons -
I keep things moving with a codified precision like a poltergeist had risen.
Challenging me is the same as booking a weekend holiday only to spend the whole two nights in prison -
You’ll have a horrible time. Each one of my dominant lines has an ergonomic design,
Formed from a logical mind with micro-processors inside, each one is automated to find the optimal rhyme.
You pray to god for a sign, you get the reply - don’t bother to try.
My cognitive field will make you drop and then kneel, begging me to stop as you yield.
You are just a cog in a wheel for a cog in a wheel. My style’s been supreme since people called cars automobiles.
Do not even appeal, this is my court,
Force majeure until you’re forced to withdraw.
You beating me? That’s a ridiculous thought, you’re a paper thin wall trying to halt an irresistible force.
My rhyme’s classified as consistently-raw, your rhyme’s classified as fictional-false.
I witness your simple response with a wistful remorse -
like “I should have challenged someone else,”
Hunt opponents like I’m hunting elk, use your tongue as a pelt in a studded belt.
You’re better than me? Go fuck yourself.
There’s no sense to debate.
My method is great, I’m the best in this place and keep emphasizing the point like a decimal place.
Beat your effeminate face until you’re a specialist’s case.
Breaking you down into a chemical state.
Supercomputers don’t possess enough processing space to even contemplate the effort it takes for you to begin testing my pace.
Step up to the plate. I’m a murderous verbalist, the verbiage large.
I’ll knock you so far out of the park that you land on the surface of Mars.
I touch opponents and they fold up like convertible cars. You touch opponents and they thank you for the perfect massage.
It’s the return of the Czar. My style is refined like observing some art and describing the thing as ‘post-conservative noir.’
You’re a Saint Bernard and a carp – I’m a Cerberus dog and a circling shark.
I’ve disposed of so many opponents I deserve a reward, a long service award from all the Earth’s morgues and emergency wards.
My purpose is war and I’m purchasing arms. Battle the gote? Better hope there’s a merciful god.

If you claim you’ll win, that’s a gaffe, a blunder,
I apply pressure to your vital points like performing acupuncture,
You make me ask in wonder what else can this faggot muster?
Your best lines crash and suffer like; “H-Hi, I’m into WOW and p-p-painting War Hammer sculptures, c-c-can I have your n-number?”
You have a massive stutter. That’s the end of today’s discussion. What is your major malfunction?
Battling me? You’ll get your cranium punctured, you think I can’t win? That’s a fallacious assumption.
My style’s like crayfish or something - raw enough to give your small intestine indigestion, cause a misdirection in your cerebellum,
Since your girlfriend never gets attention, it begs the question - how exactly did you catch that strep infection?
What you offer is boring me. It’s just constant monotony.
I’ll defeat any of your possible offerings with a cross-doctrinal slaughtering,
Like if the doctrine’s economy - I possess a market monopoly on all forms of this mastery,
If the doctrine’s philosophy - I disregard your awkward hypotheses and illogical oddities.
If the doctrine’s psychology - I’m a cognitive war machine, you get a course filled with thorazine for trying to spar with me consciously.
If the doctrine is policy - my style reigns supreme with a sovereign authority and lawful autonomy.
You claim you’re the greatest? Retract that statement and issue a formal apology,
My style is masterful artistry, your styles a comical novelty.
If you happen to beat me? Call it an anomaly.
You should obviously not proceed.
Because my lines are elite and defy all belief, don’t even try to compete with these rhyming techniques.
The Tyrant of Greece. Highlander chief. Refuting your biased beliefs with the slightest critique.
You’re consigned to defeat.
Dominant style, defeating me is like crawling for miles as your arms decompile -
An impossible trial, I’ll have you coughing up bile in the pharmacy aisle.
All of the while onlookers look on in dismay at the forceful display,
Stick a sword in your brain as your organs decay.
Call it a day. If you like I could explain in the new sort of way,
Like…Rhyme rhyme rhyme rhyme. I’m a rhyme rhyme that rhymes with the rhyme. In paragraph format. My rhyme rhyme is rhyme rhyme. Random word - Doormat. Rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme. I’m a something something pop culture reference. I could something your something with at least three rhymes in every possible sentence. Tumultuous. Preference. Sculpturing crevice, I could rupture a tennis with this blunder checked vengeance. Love for my breakfast. I’m a something something whatever. rhyme rhyme and rhyme rhyme, blah blah. Forever. Refer to myself. Third person. OK? Impressive display. rhyme rhyme rhyme. nonsensical phrase. I do something something. I am something something. I begin each sentence with I. I just somethinged a something - it doesn’t matter it rhymed. I could something another thing, this doesn’t make sense. rubber bake, summer lake, drummer fake, shutter brake, zucker vate, dense, immense, offense, fence, intense, dispense. I did something absurd because I’m absurd. I’m the rhyming word that could rhyming word your rhyming word. Emphatic. Punctuation. I could punctuate a punctured ape. More emphatic. Punctuation. Fullstops are better than commas. A long complicated multiple rhyme. Irrelevant. Sauna. Switch to the other multiple rhyme. The set up was nice. The follow up was an unrelated line with another long complicated multiple rhyme.
You’ll come to understand it in time. Until then don’t mention me and hypocrite in the same context together,
Or I’ll bombard your center until you drop from the pressure.

This is a guest specialist lecture that you better remember, there’ll be a test worth 100% at the end of semester.
First, get it together, challenging me is not an adventurous venture, it’s a pathetic endeavor.
Any attempt is an error.
Wherever whenever I sever contenders, every competitor’s lesser.
I’m a billionaire - you’re a beggar,
The aggressive oppressor, I target your temple like Nebuchadnezzar,
Your wounds infect and then fester, you’ll get beheaded, dismembered.
This is chess against checkers, respect your intellectual elder.
I pressure the center and then accept your surrender,
Out rhyming me is an unlikely dream like finding a chest full of treasure with a metal detector.
“Zygote is not the best!” - I reject that conjecture,
My best has yet to be measured with conventional methods.
I sweep opponents aside with an effortless gesture.
The Executive Censor reciting eloquent maxims to the Plebeian masses,
My rhetoric’s classic - each memorable adage can render you frantic with an envious panic.
Every sentence emphatic. I far surpass your irrelevant transcripts.
My temperament is to experiment, I test and examine.
Your temperament resembles sediment and stands as a testament to a sense of inaction.
You’re weak, decrepit and passive, I’ll defeat your supporters with an aggressive advance and envelopment tactics.
My prefrontal development massive, make your face resemble an impressionist’s canvas.
You’re simply outmatched, our literal gap is a desolate vastness of a size that’s yet to be fathomed.
By comparison you’re less than an angstrom. You must be as dense as a molecular lattice to think you’re better than average.
Are you chemically imbalanced? Mentally challenged?
You’re up against a zealous fanatic. My method is madness - one session will turn your therapist into a melodramatic hysterical manic.
I press the advantage. Court is in session it’s your Honor presiding -
Now arise for the all defying awe inspiring stalwart of rhyming.
Comparing you to me is like comparing crystal quartz to a diamond.
I’m an organism that can crush your organs with the force of fault lines colliding.
As tough as cephalopod chitin.
The top position is filled so don’t bother applying,
Facing me is like facing down a band of northern Vikings or a clan of Hunnic horsemen riding towards where you’re hiding.
Upon arriving you feel feeble and nervous as your position increasingly worsens,
Every reasonable person agrees with the assertion that your defeat will be certain.
You’re seemingly worthless, I target the flanks when I start the attack,
This is a Volkswagen car vs a tank, a single dollar vs the vault of a bank.
You can’t match my hierarchical rank.
The Patriarch’s back, your initial submission was foolishly worded,
You’re challenging a brutal usurper. It’s clear even to the most neutral observer that you’re soon to be murdered.
Aggressive rhymes act as a precursor to an all-out collision -
You went all out with a submission that was an out and out fiction, so get it all out of your system or I’ll put you out of commission.
You claim you can fuck me up? “Yeah, well, you know, that's just, like, your opinion.”
Man, I’m the apex in this animal kingdom. Astounding precision, leave you disorientated like Alzheimer’s symptoms.
I denounce competition. A Vandal chief rampaging through your castle keep with no merciful thoughts spared,
Off on a tear, I capture and pillage like a Barbary corsair.
Trauma and warfare, all opponents are left gawking there with a thousand yard stare.
So step in the square with the self-aware software.
A debonair extraordinaire so far beyond all the norms.
According to law my creative defamation causes such bodily harm that it's a tortious wrong.
My corporeal form is remarkably evolved - your corporeal form belongs in a primordial swamp.
If you believe you can defeat me - your logic is flawed.
Thinking you’re skilled? You’re an autistic savant without the savant.
You’re just a fraud. I’ll discharge millions of watts until your nervous system shuts off.

Battling me is the height of danger,
Before proceeding you’ll need to sign a waiver and a five page disclaimer.
My style is like a semibreve, yours is like a semiquaver - it’s clear that mine is greater.
I’m a rhyme creator with such a fine design it’s like each line is tailored,
The kind of mind you keep inside a cryochamber.
Your life’s a failure. I despise your terrified behavior.
To repeat: you must sign the liability clause before beginning this introductory course.
You’re a nobody - an insignificant pawn up against the king of this board,
I disregard your assault with a dismissive response.
Killing you off by swinging a sword with more individual torque than an infinite source of physical force.
Your continuous struggle with the simplest thoughts is an unbearable spectacle.
I’m the G.O.A.T. with the acronym serial, and I’m the 7.15.1.20 with the alphanumerical.
Smashing your pedestal, as dangerous as open flames near flammable chemicals.
My craft is impeccable.
What you craft is adequate, acceptable, but in comparison it’s actually terrible.
You’re trying to battle the perennial adversarial language professional,
That is hysterical. Challenging me? Incomprehensible.
You act as a receptacle for gang banging homosexuals – you carry more semen in your gastrointestinal tract than a hundred men carry in their testicular sacs.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
I’ve grown accustomed to defeating such queer opponents,
You must be huffing robitussin or be in a state of post-concussion to believe you could overcome my deepened focus.
I’ll beat you until your hemoglobin hematoma, I’ll beat you until all hell freezes over.
I’ll beat you until you cease your motor functions, my modus operandi is to murder in battle.
There’s no discussion. My style completely surrounds you like a circular angle.
I’m extraordinary, generate hype like a celebrity scandal, you’re merely average like a representative sample.
Your existence is worthless, a shamble. You’ll get your best verses dismantled.
This is a perfect example of the Hegelian conflict: if you make a statement I’ll refute it with such reasonable logic that we’ll both agree on it.
Compared to me you seem like novice.
While we’re keeping things honest, if someone said that it seems that you’re complex what they really mean is you’re nonsense.
You’re getting beaten, demolished, defeated and admonished with each repeated performance, like…
You’re a stenographer - I’m a professional lawyer.
You’re a rain drop - I’m a torrent of water.
You’re an interstate tourist - I’m a 15th century explorer.
You’re a bandwagoning fan - I’m an overzealous supporter.
You’re a male nurse - I’m specialist doctor.
You’re a pat on the head - I’m a brain hemorrhaging trauma.
You’re a wasteland - I’m the pleasant Bahamas.
You’re a microwave - I’m an infrared sauna.
You’re a crawling baby - I’m a Gold medalist vaulter.
You’re the prime minister of Tajikistan - I’m president Obama.
You’re a struggling playwright - I’m a bestselling author.
Basically, I’m better than you in every conceivable way. No person alive can conceive of a way in which you could defeat me. OK?
You voluntarily battled? You must be insane.
Not to mention the fact that you’re seemingly gay, meaning the way that you seem would appear to be gay.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that - I can even wreck you with call-backs,
Step on my warpath and you’ll get ejected like launchpads.
I’ll pressure your thorax, step on your chest like a doormat.
Defeat you on televised broadcast until you beg for redemption like Shawshank,
I’m better across any genre or specialized format.
Impressive with words, the Patriarch here like the Orthodox Church.
You’re just a peasant, a serf. An insignificant individual living in a Mongolian Yurt -
In terms of comparing our relative worth: I’m the cover of Forbes and you’re covered in dirt.
You defeat me? That’s fucking absurd.

“I eat, eat, eat, eat, mc’s” - you’re just a herbivore.
I treat rhyming like a fervent cause,
Possess more power than a multipurpose core with a surge strong enough burn the cords connected to your circuit board.
Bringing you these words galore. My literary terms enthrall,
As classic as a work of lore describing epic journeys and otherworldly wars.
My skill level builds - urban sprawl.
Your skill level is no more - curtain call.
Defeating you is such a tiresome burden, an unworthy chore,
I’d rather leave your verse ignored, but let’s first explore the way you leave observers appalled.
You nervously stall as all your false assertions fall,
While I prosecute opponents – Attorney-at-law when I serve the court.
I make it seem easy but the degree of difficulty is absurdly tall and the margin for error is inversely small -
The Hungarian, French and Japanese judges all gave me a perfect score.
Leave your jaw on the surface of the curb on the floor.
Furthermore, my superior material is delivered in sidereal time,
I redefine my design then redesign paradigms. You’re merely decent with rhymes, you can’t keep up with mine.
Your half-hearted attempt will be your demise.
Battling me will make your life insurance premium rise -
Consent to dangerous terms is reasonably implied by the nature of the words within each of my lines.
You’re defeated. Resign. Exit with some dignity left, or continue to battle and get ripped into shreds,
I’m skilfully deft, consistently the best and brilliantly blessed, the top 1% on every single ability test.
Hit twice with the right then switch to the left, you’re a bitch and chivalry’s dead.
Your inefficient attempt at an imminent threat was quickly addressed.
A statement stating you’re good can be simply expressed as a statement that just isn’t correct.
My given intent is to destroy aspiring rivals,
Your style is hardly vital - mine is archetypal with an archive titled: “GOD’S ARRIVAL.”
My lines are like a karmic cycle – repetitive yet differently formed. Make you tremble and pause.
If you threaten me harm you’re getting disarmed by the president’s guard.
I’ll pressure your squad until it’s only one on one like a penalty shot.
I let my weapon discharge before a second has gone. You’ll get severed apart before you can even attempt to respond.
And when you arrive in hell you can send my regards.
I’m exceptionally calm, my presence is large and causes hectic alarm.
A chemical professional with no ethical qualms.
You don’t understand where you went wrong.
Did it ever occur that I’m simply better with words? Destroy your pathetic façade.
The punches you throw feel like a gentle massage.
Objectively, I’m as authoritative as case filled with precedent, facing me is willfully negligent -
Someone else said you’re the best? That’s inadmissible evidence.
You question my temperament? I’m a written perfectionist, an artificial intelligence performing skilful experiments.
My style is vicious and eloquent with a singular emphasis on simple aggressiveness.
Challenging me? You’ll need rehabilitation specialists like physiotherapists.
Your position is tenuous. It resembles drinking while pregnant the way I kill your development.
What I deliver is effortless. What you delivers’ irrelevant.
I make you do a spit take. Battling me? You’ll find that it’s mistake.
My food for thought is twice your daily dietary intake -
My style’s a five course meal, your style resembles vegetable soup.
You against me is like sending recruits against professional troops.
I’m better than you. Every time we battle you’re predestined to lose stuck in a repetitive loop.
If you claim you’re superior you’re not telling the truth

[Lindel]

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.

In a devilish world plagued with professed malevolence, relentless rebellions, and demented sentiments
Where men are never hesitant to burn scripture in hell’s fire; and teach their kin to detest the testaments
A man prays every day with bless’ed grace; for God in Heaven’s gates to save the earth and restore love
For his wife had died in labor wishing for a reborn sun; for him, his daughter, and newborn son…

Dear God,

“I thank you for the blessings you gave to me gradually, but tainted morality, continues to make way in deceasing man
May your limitless ways make the sinful decay-wither away, so I may raise my family in a peaceful land”

***

It’s been a week since my wife had died and I cry at night; missing her pristine, gracious voice
But then I look at who she passed my way before she passed away; a beautiful, serene baby boy
O’ how you and your sister fill my face with joy; even in a blistering world where hate destroys
For I know if I pray and have faith in choice; we may one day see a place of poise…

So as the years pass way, I pray…

I pray and read the bible while taking care of my kin; who I’ve managed to raise even In these days of living
I’ve kept them sheltered and nourished so their lives could be wealthy and flourished; away from the state of sinning
For if you practice Christianity you’re battered and hanged, so in the shadows of man we tip toe and whisper
We must move intelligently with the bible in hand, as I begin to teach them the Lord’s Holy Scripture…

We begin reading stories from the bible; O ’how these disciples can’t refrain their eyes from the print
The stories they favor were of Judas the traitor, and how God sent his only son to die for our sins…
Both have immense light from within, it shows with their grins, God’s word has brought forth their faith
They are especially ecstatic when we kneel by the mattress; and I passionately; teach them to pray

So as the years pass way, we pray…

Over the years they’ve both become gracious apostles, especially the boy; so dedicated to praising the gospel
With the bible in hand I stepped in his presence, for he wanted to ask me a question, which had his mind raided and boggled
He asks: “Under the suns blinding colors,… what happened to that one person missing? I wonder, what happened to your wife, your lover? What happened to the one who gave me life...

My Mother?

Ah, I knew this question was to come…and I had to be honest with my son …so I read him a line from Jobs 1:21….

“The Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away:…"

At first he looks at me exasperated and bothered, then in an instant he hugs me and says “thank you father”
I look at him briefly and feel such a gust of divinity; that I don’t seem to feel when I glance at my daughter
I realize he is one who is one with the holy trinity; and it shows with how his soul shines like glistening pearls
I realize he is one whose spirit could enforce serenity, and bring forth everlasting peace in the world


Meanwhile….

Thinking it would be safe for one day to go out, I sent my daughter to buy bread rations in a market near the house, but instead she roamed near the south; where calamities fare about
Little did she know she had forgotten to take off her cross necklace; and is held at knife point by a man till’ she blatantly shouts; “Don’t kill me and I’ll tell you my families whereabouts!”

Ah, how history repeats itself

As my son and I our praying to God and savior Jesus Christ, I feel the door open wide; it’s my daughter and a man; his face filled with slaughter and intrusive sin
He lunges at my son with a putrid grin, and stabs him with a crucifix, so I punch him and kick him, then pick up my son like an infant, and quickly run through the wind


I run holding my son passed burnt down cathedrals and hordes of foul people; thinking to myself: “I have to save my boy”
Then I realize he is one whose soul is desolate to any deadly sin; his respected death will bring the world faith and joy
BUT I CARE NOT! His cries for help make me cry myself, and I don't want to repeat when my wife had depart
Yet even his sister’s arrival was right on the mark; as he absorbs man’s sin; and dies in my arms…

“O’ How the Lord Giveth and The Lord Taketh away"...

***

Dear God,

"I thank you for answering my prayers, and restoring love, thus giving the world light under a reborn sun.
But there’s just one thing that I pray you’d give back O’Lord, and that’s the presence of my belov’ed

Son.”

In a heavenly world blessed with professed benevolence, replenished rebellions, and breathless elegance
Where men are never hesitant to repent as reverends, and teach their kin to respect the testaments
A man cries for God to bring his son back to life; for his essence plummets in plight
He cries for the boy that Heaven summoned to light: The Second Coming of Christ


Ah, friend of mine

A landlubber-turned-swashbuckler, I was; consumed in exuberant tales o' treasure our colony's legend breathed
We'd boarded a shoddy vessel & watched its mahogany decks recede Napoli- ahoy, to the promising Seven Seas!
Yes indeed, our crew was a bucket 'o cheers; jolly-laughing peasantry amidst lolligagging scallywags & buccaneers
Groggy lads & lasses frothy-glasséd, always clashing weaponry against hearty-accent alley scabs as musketeers!

We'd accepted eachother whole as brethren akin; however- this life o' Seadogs, some souls rejected within
Those, who dreamed dreams for gold with devilish grins; slumber's sweet siren song o' bullions beckoned its men:
Glittering amethysts & rubies galore.. booty assured, in hoards o' sapphiren-studded goblets covering garnets!
Yet, ho- truly aboard, was one named Beatrice; for The Great Blue mother-a-calling, she, a sealover embarketh

'Ole Beatrice accompanied me; fighting in ship platoons, & smashing drunkard skulls with heinekens in saloons!
Our cutlasses treated Goliath-Leviathan-sizéd giants as big buffoons, tearing through tides o' pirates & picaroons
Lying them in lagoons, us tyrants! The finest, merely salive' amidst spittoons, in our avail; entire fleets would hail!
'Twas life- 'til our coxswain sought his monocular, & found an island fabled to hold the treasure o' Seadog's Tale

Aye- we landed, then scouted its shores

"I can't resist, Beatrice; they must be ours alone, if amethysts in this land exist," so we made a handsome slip,
Split from our brethren.. & uncovered an enclosed cove where golden medallions surrounded an abandoned ship
"Bedazzling waters, unveiled! Milady, have this vessel afloat!" "Aye, I'll set the sails! Haul our treasure into the boat!"-
Then Beatrice was grabbed by an entering sailor: "Avast ye, treacherous traitor! Or I'll cut 'Ole Beatrice's throat."

So I dropped the spoils; our former mates chanted, "A couple o' wretchéd fools! Tilting legs under ye brethren's stool!"
Shimmering clumps were collected, encumbering peasants & sutlers- molesting our plunder o' precious jewels!
Without another discretion, our brothers had said, "Begone!" then set off thataway, weighed with lusted accolades
As they laughed & ship flags were raised, fastening mast arrays- I realized we'd become bloodless castaway

I just wanted you to be happy, 'O Beatrice

I pledged her we'd find treasure- even if it meant for venture to Ocean's Edge, which trickled this world's ledges;
"Our fists'll uncurl endless pendants, embedded with emerald gemstones- & you'll be crystalline-pearl necklaced!"
But 'Ole Beatrice cried, because this talk was evil; because it caused her people to take-off like a flock o' seagulls
My Greed (what God's cathedrals called illegal) haunt her 'til her time'd come; nigh once she caught the measles

Ah, Beatrice! I tried to comfort regardless; "A bunch o' blundering jargon! Ye be th' reason our brothers departeth!
Yer scum-worth an' heartless.. just make sure when I die, my body's sent back to Th' Great Blue mother-a-calling!"
Her last breath as she died left me burdened with blame; cursing in vain- I set her adrift amidst Seven Sea tide
"To Napoli, I'll return," I cried!.. But the man returned was a cold-hearted rapscallion.. which no one recognized

Ah, friend of mine

A swashbuckler-turned-landlubber, I am; forever-torn & eversworn regret's ail.. vowed nevermore to set sail
For there was nothing I had ever treasured more.. than what I'd lost pursuing the treasure o' Seadog's Tale

Equipped alien weaponery aimed directly at the planes trajectory
Traverse this plane wit telepathy; levitate out a blackhole wit a sign that reads...
"R.I.P Malaysia Flight 370"
Degree in chemistry; mix hydrocloric brews; Agent Orange and Blue
Watching Neigh Palm weapons big enough to turn the whole Vienam forest floor a fluorescent hue
Mordors hordes weapons in view, fire at will; Admire the skill
aim skyward and reel; drag ya leader back to the frontline and funeral pyre the kill
Ya Lord Sire forreal; from start to finish I create and flow well
I'm even a motherfucking psychopath at the check-in... welcome to Bates Motel.
Mix Vodka, Kahula and Baileys - that's a recipe for disaster
Getting Drunk in Washington protesting funerals with Westboro Baptists after
You forced this laughter watch you grab ya throat vomiting
Addicted to holy water promethazine ready to accept Morpheus peace offerings
A cult following, popularity is the reason they rally
Describing my crew? the Term 'In' is Welcome... more than Walking Dead's season finale
Group Therapy session, psychiatrists diagnosis is clear
and the beast inside is starting to tick... Captain Hooks Crocodile is near

The Glock 9 that I'm grippin could start a bonfire.. I'll hog tie ya division
A dogfighter w/ SWAT sniper precision; my strong right'd make God cry in submission
W/ shots primed to go online in an instant, put the pistol-grip to ya neck
Rippin into ya flesh; the grimmest picture of Death's sickle swingin in synergistic effect
Constructin your fate w/ multiple blades I culled from the Ancients
Approach your city carryin the skulls of the vanquished like the hull of a slave ship
Summon the strength of Goliath.. hit like a Congo viper hocking saliva
Somalian pirate in the wake of Poseidon, my optical fibers like an Oculus visor
A locust swarmin out the lotus blossom, the wrong one to go to war w/
Ronin swordsman in cloaking armor like a Trojan horse full of Roman Spartans
A polar storm shiftin the global orbit, reached the pinnacle of lethal cynosure
My genes're sinister.. DNA print reads as genius literature w/ Nietzsche's signature
Brain fires impulses from pilot's controls.. process data w/ dire results
My mind make a diamond corrode; to write what I know'd leave you white as a ghost
Or w/ Meyer syndrome.. I'm Einstein if he wired his skull to a nitrogen bulb
A dynamo clone in a scientist's coat, deciphering rows of binary code

I'll take a fictional setting and rake the thistle and webbing
Nabatean idioms reckoned I'd face a zillion legends
To skate the literal tempests - my ancient friends wouldn't mention
Inept friars, protect ya neck fibers when I'm raving to GZA with clenched fists
Let's make it simple as Reddit; if Para & Saber's gripping the weapon
you're off to a rocky start boxin' with the old guard like Mason Dixon's obsession
Just taste the venom, accept it - Pagan riddles erected
If Kano's kissing your empress, each page is visual leverage
RESPECT my team. We ain't your average Aretha Franklin nipple suppressors
We came to give you a lesson, a statement issued to enrich or triple investments
Overhaulin' with no balls - couldn't even scrape the Michelin's melon
I'm eight parts phalanx, nine percent gold digger
Five percent 5-Percenter, cypher set stone slinger
Prescribing final deaths to idle lines of vets, no zingers
cause V's an unsympathetic, isometric cybersect CoHpe stickler
Megatron rebuilt by Chevy, the system's not gonna fall
The cinderblocks in my palms had Liston droppin' his jaws
Enough subtle teasing. No longer preachin' to Priory's
A fuckin' beast when I'm writing these on eternal scrolls of summer evening ivory
Another creature entirely with another creature inside of me

[Lindel]

This joker’s lost his marbles, it’s comically awful thinking I’ll “Marvel” at hype and glam
& I’ll “unleash Venom at Karnage thru the Web” til he’s Crying Uncle in part two of Spiderman!
You’ll disappear off Earth..just like Amelia Earnhart, your greatest failure is plane to sea
Talkin’ titles? “Mars made sure Karnage wasn’t displayed” like the aliens came in peace!
Able to rip Rev? Someone gave you a big head..til we see a guillotine, it’s off with your neck!
So as far as the ego goes, “In Karn, it’ll get crushed”, so he can really see his God in the flesh!
His sparks pathetic, you’re less online than the Amish, fuck all the fire your sentences start to credit
You won’t go to war, Ghandi gimmicks...watch! “Carn’ll lay in the pasture” like a sick farming fetish!
Accepted & now Karn’ll rue the gesture, give me the crown, clown! Start to cue the jester
Your performance is a joke..HoF? “Karnage shouldn’t be in that class” like a Martin Luther lecture!
We all know Tony put a Dark Mark on your record, it’s almost like Voldemort was tossin’ favors!
Beat til no brakes are left, ironic “Kar, Phax showcased your wreck”, like a known source for AutoTrader!
You’ve been known at least a while..for “bitch-made shots in title sequences” like Mona Lisa Smile
Humble pie? Give me a fuckin' knife, plus “Tony’s cut up a slice” without trips to a Frozen Pizza Aisle!!

Tac gets bodied & chopped in bits, soon as they let me Atom, it’s like Nagaski’s involved in this!
I’ll trigger all the alarms & split, so “Tic only takes the gold” if it’s the Olympics bombing in ’96!
My pun is denyin’ your jokes; once I win you can Crimea River…I’m not Russian, the plight of your hope
Circle the wagon til he’s bent out of shape, just a “square full of X’s and O’s” who loves to admire my notes!!
Murder & burn with haste, everyone knows who’s got bodied..”cept, Tic”…genius, I’m turnin’ his dirt to waste!
Verses hit all of your Census; so you couldn’t “get rid of the Rust, Tic” if you were learnin’ an urban place!
Rev stole this premier..I see word of mouth says you’ll win? Damn…you’re left holdin’ veneers!
Wept, flowin’ with tears, thought you’d ‘blaze a Trail, but now you’re benched with heat’ like Greg Oden’s career!
Get killed in this square!, admit your place in the stocks!, stuck his neck out, got the guillotine..Tic’ll wait for the drop!
As far as ITL goes, you’ve been the face of this plot! But now “Tic’s dropped after a few weeks” like syndications on Fox!
I’ll conquer the middle earth as soon as this sentence lands..I’m the lord of this ring, servin’ seconds like the minute, man..
Too much of a murder, kid…only time we got “shook with a nervous Tic”..was meetin’ Ali as his biggest fan!

Vs.


Whether you argue religion conceived us the world that we have
or particle fission as heat and inertia react.
The earth was a mass of violent components
its world uninhabitable by life as we know it.
Ions and protons were fast to generate
a seismic commotion of atmospheric change.
The planetary state reached an extraordinary level
as its recalescent rage meant no water could settle.
The core drawing in metals the planet would need,
but volcanic storms were essential as gas was released.
A gradual easing of temperature meant
rainfall began to increase in torrential descent.
Millennia’s spent as beads then broke from the skies
until the weather relented, leaving ocean’s behind.
These components combined and a new cycle dawned
as we reached a moment in time where life was formed.
Tiny spores of algae hold bold significance -
They provide our orb oxygen through photosynthesis.
A host of primitive flora expand
on their own initiative from water to land.
Early forms of a cyanobacteria constantly merging
in a primordial tapestry of symbiotic convergence.
With oxygen, Earth became more tenantable still
but lots of our early ancestors would be killed.
It lead up to us building on the features that we had
with the necessary skills life needed to adapt.
From seas onto the land, cartilage tissue to bone,
our feet becoming hands as we continued to grow.
Amphibians honing flight as natural selection endeavoured
with the proto-wings that we owned developing feathers.
To weather the elements, fur replaced some scales,
our genetic antecedents balanced weight on tails.
Bipedal traits prevail, we rise up to stand,
as this change unveils an untying of hands.
Our reach rightly expands, along with the girth of our legs,
the arrival of mammals sees births without eggs.
Nature and nurture commence in perfect accord
simians turn into ‘men’ in our earliest form.
Learning to talk helps communication increase
as words replace drawings, we’re able to read.
The attainment of speech was a masterful step
in our brains engineering no other animals met.
With language invented through use of our brains
man had ascended the evolutionary chain.
Us humans created; shaping in time
tools of the trade to aid in our lives.
These basic designs would lead to the usage
of our daily devices, touchscreens and computers.
Our need for ‘improvement’ defied thermodynamics,
leaving the blueprint that Earth had established.
Now we’re usurping the planet of its natural resources
preserving our habitats not a matter of importance.
But what happens when it’s all been brought up from the ground
the vast sums are exhausted and a shortage is pronounced?
We can’t afford to live without it by the time this occurs
a nuclear war is what’s announced and we fight for reserves.
As missiles are returned, our own extinction’s a viable path,
our survival on Earth threatened by the enquiring of man.
We’re so blind to this fact that we can’t even see
we’ve paradise in our grasp, yet it’s never seemed so far from our reach…


~


primordial depth where lava lamps are nature derived
molten magma. subterranean, the crater's alive
swordfish dual at 7 sharp. that's 20 paces a side
win or lose, the centrifuge replies. creating a tide
waterworld. water colors washing watery portraits
water molecules, water wings and water resorts
there were giants, mighty giants. mythological forces
built the water temple navi explored. but not anymore
it waned the day my father died. lord of the sea
sultan of stream, warship emperor, controlling regimes
urchins and cuttlefish. green leaflets, algae and moss
pre-prototypical. drafting Machiavellian laws
iron fist, coral amethyst. a palace of gold
my dad. the Elemental One who swam in the cove
spanning globally, a balance, oceanic repose
air in the bubble, fire in the belly, land in a row
shallow and cold. waves overlapping. peak to plateau
watched him decompose like glaciers into sparkling snow
a giant, mighty giant. only one of his kind
i was a blip, but a set of scales, floating awry
it was time. a prophesy filled. duty, honor and will
a kingdom fallen. merging with his counterpartners to build
dark and still. pitch as night. seems their job was complete
and to think, they did it all within the span of a week -
pharaoh Aqua. Akhbar waterway, my lineage pure
a set of sacrifices leading to your sense of assurance
developmental evolution. live bacterial worms
intermediate earth - tree trunks, amoeba and germs
4 twin brothers who always worked in conjunction
heat, soil and oxygen in surface eruptions
it was complete. they could unify. transcend the beyond
giving way to existential theory centuries on
i remember his expression as he looked at us all
for the very first time. and he sang us a song
his dialect was wavelength and molecular bond
harmonizing hurricanes to make his kingdom dissolve
it was freedom and loss. tragedy. the birth of a star
before he turned to stone, my father took a seed in his palm
raised it past the breaking point from under the sea
so his brothers could see. Life where there was nothing, believe
below a hundred degrees, synergistic alignment
King Triton's monument island, before existence was science
they were giants, mighty giants. the creators, the myth
architects and artists. palm trees, temperature shifts
for all their kids. we swim along and savor today
waiting patiently until it's washed away ..

[Lindel]

The night blankets the sky in the bat of an eye; words of peace wither away in a battle of cries
War has commenced and our doors will be hit with the forces of sin in only a matter of time
Aircraft missiles swerve passed the heads; bombs bombard the land till' the mass is spread
And here I stand; mother with her son in hand; mind sharp to poke holes in this plan of death
This beautiful boy will not be another passing breath in this vile genocidal overthrow
So I'll fight for his life till' I'm choose to fold, and know he'll stay alive with wholesome growth

I hear the footsteps, they're growing louder by the second, these soldiers have come, rounded with their weapons
*THUD* THUD*, they're at the door, pounding with aggression, my heart's beating, they start breaching, as I'm scouting for an exit!

I see a window; I open it in dismay; when suddenly a soldier spots me like a predator does his prey
I see the killer in his eyes; he's ready to engage; when he aims; cocks back his heavy weapon and sprays..


*BANG* *BANG*...


...But he misses his shot for his sinister plot; I sprint down a river to set for escape!
"After them soldiers, get your weapons in place! These degenerate peasants are getting away!"

The abundance of soldiers are coming in closer, aiming and spraying their guns at my head!
A bullet brushes my neck and I run out of breath, but I won't let my son succumb to his death!

Before I'm killed instantly, I'll set my son on this piece of debris, and send him down the river afloat!
But before I save your precious life; and send you into the night; there's something that I want you to know!

My Son

"Where ever you may go, I know God's shining sun will rise
And the forever growing grass will be greener on the other side"



*BANG*..

***


Meanwhile from far down the river ...

The day twinkles the sky in the blink of an eye; words of peace prosper in the meaning of life
The future looks bright for the people alive; as their laughter commences; cleaning the strife
When word has spread of the christian genocide; the atheist's and agnostics did not look too surprised
All looked to continue with their lives although nothing had rised; except a woman; who had sympathy in her eyes


Although common sense has released me from pent-up religions
This genocide is a tragedy I wish on no Christian
Limbs on the floor, children ripped up with shells
This cursed day on earth is their own living hell
If only I believed in such heavenly grace
I would pray all this fire and brimstone away...

*Baby Crying*

Ah, what is this that I hear, entering the crevice of my ear?; it's coming from the never ending river near the pier
I look when everything is clear, to find there's not a thing to fear; for it's a beautiful baby boy; of not even a year


He must be a survivor from the mass genocide, for gunshot residue on his head is shown
I refuse to let this child sleep on a bed of stone, so I shall claim his innocent life as my own

Here in this home, hope will never be lost, your voice is heard and dreams are sought
As the spirit of freedom fulfills us all, you'll feel more than the gleam of god

Let the whimsical wind free your soul, illuminating within to ease your toll
Here where you have hold of your destiny, where there's rendered peace to reach your goals

You shall live a prosperous life full of frolic and light; here where the land is sweeter
Here where the sun shines on the path of leaders, on the other side of the river; where the grass is greener..

'Fury of the frosted dragon was once told as a myth; but now behold the unfold of my grip
I’m one who’s intended to run through the weapons, protecting the peasants and nobles that live
These militant, primitive soldiers in mist; will suffer the limitless cold that I whim
I flicker my wings to be seen like a solar eclipse; releasing a breeze that leaves em’; frozen and stiff
Sweeping through the air in a moment of whit; I swing my tail to have these statues broken to bits
Yet my ears pick up frantic motion in wind; an iniquitous whisper devoted to sin!
Archer reinforcements come like rummaging thieves; shooting their arrows from under my feet
Summoned in summits with numbers in hundreds they try to puncture my lungs for defeat!
With my tongue in my cheek and stomach in depths; I inhale a breath; ejecting a colliding blow-
Retracting all arrows as fast as a sparrow to targeted archer’s hearts as sharp icicles!
Twenty are left rendered as dead; the rest look into my eyes and realize the might that I harness
Frightened with fear they run trying to clear; so I launch them an ice ball the size of a comet!
Their bodies are crushed into particle dust; I scour the ground for more scoundrels in action
When suddenly from the sinuous seas: I spot silhouettes all shrouded as massive
It’s an abundance of ships with thousands of cannons; all fully equipped and mounted for blasting
People are screaming and the king starts to flee as powerful shots pound through a mansion!
Simultaneously all ships begin firing rapidly; destroying houses and palaces with lightning tenacity
I have to think fast in times of a tragedy; to save the peasants, nobles, and life of our majesty!
Fueled with a heart of pure fire and rage; I hover up high enough to overlook the entire terrain
Relentless In posture I eject the biggest breath ever conjured; shielding the city with an icy blockade!
The cannon balls falter against my defense; the sailors have an expression of one’s meeting the omen
Just in case this elitist fleet means to retreat; I release a breeze which freezes the ocean!
Their death is imminent; I fly where the ships are in stall; the air becomes glistened and riddled with fog
Gulls’ drop to be settled on this dawn of the devil as I lock on the vessels with an ice missile barrage!
Hits rip through facades’ till their ships are in shards; on the sea’s frosty surface scatter blown apart limbs
Surviving startled men try to call for amends; so I swallow them to launch em’ out as frozen carcasses!
The final vile man is slain with my embers; I return to the sire’s land; embracing its members
Civilians cheer from the grace that I render; as the king elegantly appears; raising his scepter
Today is to be remembered not as menacing treason; but a day we’re we up kept our brethren in legion
I fly up to bestow' the slaughter on the frozen waters; from atop of the ice wall; defending the kingdom
Behold the ‘fury of the frosted dragon; one whose sworn to protect the righteous in hardship
Channeling light to bring brightness to darkness; forever hailed as a true; Titan of Tarsis

Vs.

There's no seeing the God...

I'm like a lone, feasting piranha when a boat sinks into water Lettin' throats bleed as I slaughter your whole team in the fog like a Prometheus monster.
Emperor of Egypt with the severed heads of kings, needle full of heroin and ether... Pharaoh with the wings of a seraphim, burried underneath the Pyramids of Giza Get split to the dark meat 'til you're missin' a heartbeat when bit by this shark's teeth I'll pick you apart, geek
Then I'm sippin' Bacardi in the Ferrari with piff in a jar and the Swisher cigar that's hid in the car seat. My bitch keeps a razor stashed inside her make-up bag and looks like Stacey Dash when she shakes her ass in a grey and black Raiders hat Get hypnotized by her lip gloss and the pink bra strap she's in... Feel the rush of cocaine up in your veins, 'cause I even got her fuckin' with Yay like Kim Kardashian The Iceman grippin' a Mr. Freeze, you bitches can kiss the ring Blitz you like a blizzard or winter breeze with a Richard Kuklinkski steez The fearless Lord with Gears of War, I'm fierce as Thor with them gats Prepare the coroner... Then pierce your core with a pair of swords sharp as the spears in Scorpion's hands Master Chief with a scope on the plasma beam And loadin' a magazine in a cloak with the dagger-piece I stole from Assassin's Creed A masked sniper when slugs transpire, my jaw's cast iron and brass-wired shut The story you hear around campfires... I was baptized in a tub full of Vampire blood Give you a Deathblow like the Deftones, in retro Jordans Ectomorph with a custom Tec gripped; get Your Fuckin' Head Split like a Necro chorus... Ayo, I think I've lost my mind - Chris Benoit in the dark with ninja stars and knives Your wife pregnant with twins, I'll make sure that bitch is sodomized... Start shootin' shit up like them kids from Columbine and go down for committing a triple homicide Wield scimitars the size of the Minotaur, the Mossberg causes constant carnage... But I only hear music when that shotgun's sparkin' like Alex in Clockwork Orange Break bones and smash 'em to a Beethoven classic Get your frame blown to ashes when my flame-thrower's blastin' The waviest spittin', with a razor blade hidded in a Patriots fitted Shankin' you with it, prayin' with witches while covered in your blood like a Pagan tradition Crazed and sadistic Satanist sinnin', I can change an Athiest's ways in an instant... Put a gauge to their ribs that'll make 'em religious and have 'em praisin' an image like ancient Egyptians Or I can destroy the faith of a Christian, same shotgun, have 'em taped in their kitchen... Tell 'em, "let's see if God saves you", wait... then blow their brains on the dishes Have body parts and organs missin' like Dahmer, it's contortionistic I'm haunted by the tortured infants slaughtered by abortion clinics Keep calm because a storm has risen, the gods were born and formed a vision So I'm throwin' tomahawks with pure precision to conquer wars in forty mintues ... And ya'll ain't got the guts to challenge me I'm ridin' with enough choppers to rival the whole Sons Of Anarchy Let the crows pick at your carcass after chrome triggers are claw-gripped Skull split, then thrown into a coffin 'cause I shoot 'til your soul lifts and Olympus Has Fallen The GOAT Christopher Wallace, brandishin' swords and hammer of Thor Got a passion for war; shatter your corpse when it's slammed through the floor... Randy Couture September 6th, a savage was born Leave your mandible torn 'cause I'm a fuckin' BEAST in the scene... animal porn

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[Lindel]

Tarsis faced their day o' reckoning-- granted they'd hoisted chests from a dragon's lair;
I thus waged a plague o' pain and pestilence; purple, poison breath brought forth poisoned air
That day, decay and festering swept the streets décor'd in voiceless death and voided stares;
No noise, except their brains and skeletons being sizzled away by my toxic coil's ensnare
Though they'd regretted it, I, raided treasureless, was left only this cave to rest within
Unawakened ever since.. 'til now, as the traitor begs for help in shameless desperateness
Each leg is trembling, as he kneels at me, and squeals, "Sini", for Tarsis faces precipice
Simply for the sake of great benevolence, I shall aid his nation of knaves and selfish-wit;
Imbue their blades with venom vile, nasty and virulent; so ghastly, no vaccine can serum it
Even a basilisk basked in it would croak badly-- though sadly, don't ask me if tears emit-
For we slay our foes gladly. Our march inward's nigh; As the Fire Dragon paints ember skies,
'O Frost brings Winter's rise, Shadow's shade flickers by, and Death's hapless victims die,
My breath shall wither rye.. my claws shall render blight.. and my wings shall then arise;
Flap once, the winds'll writhe-- flap twice, and they'll whip up a toxin vortex, twister-size
We set forth toward Tarsis' entrance, as claws rip through squadrons of guards and defenses
The field's filled with carcass, and souls stricken nauseous from noxiously toxic incisions
Launched from faraway targeting distance (the marksman precision of Artemis gripping a bow,)
My saliva's spit, sticks to prey, and nips away at their armament's armor equipment alone..
It seeps through their chestplates, then strips and corrodes them skinless as bones dissolve
While they're quivering and whimpering, I listen to the sharp hissing and moans, enthralled
Their bridgade-- they do retreat.. but in the air, a virus ingested to paralyze is effective
They can no longer move their feet, or breathe; it seems they've a flare of sinus congestion.
All they can do is shriek, as my tail curls around them in pairs to tighten them breathless
'Til they're introduced to teeth, and I feast-- pleased once my share of knights is digested
I belch out a new disease, before I bash my skull like a battering-ram through castle walls,
Smashing all that's in my view to see, from the raiders, to the obelisks of its fragile halls
Then return outside to find dead human beings, suffocated in the new disease's putrid breeze
(Troops o' the king had an immunity, but you should've seen when I caught the flu and sneezed)
Deer, racoons and sheep who had breathed it turned to mutant-breed, flesh-consuming beasts;
The rate they grew increased to new extremes of huge, exceeding the cubic feet of 22 atleast,
From toxic sewage stream fluid-drinks, and chewing meat from corpses of a platoon's deceased
So in a game of go-fetch, I throw flesh into the keep; where the throne rests its pseudo-queen..
My pets have yet returned, but rest assured. I'm less concerned, as bloodshed is heard inside;
Squirms and cries, as men are torn to shreds and burned alive in the sulphuric fumes released,
When I bellowed in a mighty roar, "To every blight below the surface side of Earth.. arise!",
And the tulip-tree roots secreted their impurities, purging whoever inhaled its gruesome stink
If you believe the stomach acid of another hundred dragons, even with sulphurous break-downs
Could match Sini's sudden gastric effects, digesting food before he can feel full for his prey now?..
Watch a man be devoured, as poison enzymes then fry him before he can make noises inside;
Before the screams of his voice can arrive, and the bulge in my belly can be point at ten times
This is not an agony explained; you cannot grasp his ceaseless pain, or laughs as he's filleted
An attempt to replicate the pleasure, or fathoming's insane; how foul, bubbling acids eat away,
Like the blight which smites this site of battle seen today, turning the grass' green to gray,
A predator capturing its prey.. engulfing, swallowing it whole, as it, with rapid ease, decays
They say that poison brings only corruption; that its fruit stems where every Sin begins...
That its trail leaves behind smoldering destruction, and marks where every society ends...
..But where they see a path of devastation, I see a purge of injustice, to make amends...
Where they see the Earth cast to desecration, I see the waters which flood it, to cleanse

This could be the calamity of offers with no amnesty or coffers..
The black oiled paint drips with half faded blood stained vanity of a law firm..
So sits the Subject subjected to all this amongst a Majesty of Faulters..
And the savagery don't falter or fall apart to call it off as cavities halter..
The air breeds as a foundry of monotony clouding foul scenes of the menage; it reeks..
As decomposing hours streak a sour ease of power where this sole soulless council seats..
Brown beaten Mahogany greets with sounds of trickery from Hells founder in speech..
While Party A sits thumbing pages to contemplate an agree while dumbfounded of greed..
Impatient, the infectious host pushes to have this unholy of Nexuses eloped..
And trecherous hopes find growth as the neck relishes the most threatening groans..
The Subject nervous, shifts and notes a black rose undergoing Necrosing tones..
Like exorcist omens, deathly tomes. Wore in the face of this Lender like a necklace or cologne..
Now the Borrower wonders "why did this opportunity knock.? Is it possibly crock.?"
Maybe its drunk dreaming leaving the mind stumped, believing the possible foolery mocks..
Then reality chimes like novelty clocks as the pen becomes alive and nonchalanty jots..
"This is your sins being repaid." The pen then barbs the hand to be the Proprietarys prop..
The Demonic voice yells "You either going to sign or die in this Hell.!"..
And while the thoughts cliched, the Subject feels conveyed to say "This is quite expensive to sell"..
"Even you would find the legalities a strain on mentalities. And I must say its doing it well"..
A pause before an answer which strikes like a cancer. "Your here because the way the cards fell"..
"Hardly dealt a bad hand, but damn, certainly a horror to how this little sin dwelled"..
Minds racing now, spacing out. Staring at etchings in a Throne, picturing sketches of a home..
A place where this mellow Federalistic drone watched a seven year exiled Exodus grow..
Ignoring Heavenly ohms from deafening throws that pointed out every evidence known..
The Subject was too happy in forgetting the blows that bruised one's pettiless moans..
And so sits that pain in a pane of glass painfully painting the price of the past..
Sealing strife in the strikes that struck so stainfully now severly syphoning like sand..
But there's no flipping the hourglass, for once that last hours past- the signing is had..
It'll be iron clasps binding the hands and Subjects blood left smeared on the ivory pad..
But now shifts the sand and the reminding is mindfully mad that right now the time is at half..
"I think I need some water." A simple tatic stall. "Fine, but this is only getting harder"..
Its really nerve slaughtering taking all this in and finding the roots to what is bartered..
No fine print but exact note to risk "emotional or physical pain" will marry at this legal alter..
"I need to make a call." Said Subject suddenly in grin. "To ensure the validity of this offer"..
Stepped out the room where nostalgic, estrogen loomed. Abberation left to fester the womb..
Talked of Heaven and moves to leverage the doom and find a solid exiting ruse..
All while the pestilence swoomed and shrouded around the taunting text to construe..
It was an effort to woo the mind and heart of this, whom displayed a jestering muse..
Back to the chair. "Do we have a deal.?" The question came with burning confidence..
"I've certainly learned alot from it." Response said like a slap of working dominance..
And the dance done like a Prom of kids. When appeared a shadow of the Omninent..
The thunderous voices clashed. "This is my dwelling and I'm in control.!"
"Yes, but this Subject's of my children and I have a right to console.!"
"Well you have no legal options and I think you'll find the Sin in the life played a roll"
"You foul creature, I've sat on High watching this unfold, the contract nulled when you Stole this Soul.!"

At that Satan fell defeated. And I remembered as I ascended with the Lord, his promise..

Vs.



I bucket 'til the drumstick.. that's KFC
The .40 give 'em whiplash.. that ain't even breakneck speeds
Big dong swingin at my knees like a bowling pin
& my nuts're Double Trouble, nicknamed my ballsack the Olsen Twins
I brought a knife that'll Bobby Flay ya.. all my lines is Versace-tailored
Only play w/ them dollar signs 'cause I wake up on auto-grind like a coffee maker
Fuck a shotty, I'll pull pistols.. there's just somethin about cocking a full nickle
You on the corner w/ ya ass clenched, while 'Boris w/ a bad bitch.. no Rocky & Bullwinkle
The zen killer.. you a comedy act; Ben Stiller
The left put you on ice, no warm fuzzy feelings.. that's a Chin chilla
I let my chrome set the tone like a metronome
The gat in your face & my finger got the Reaction to spray like Kenneth Cole's men's cologne
Twist you up like pretzel dough & scream on 'em like a megaphone
Scream on 'em like an Ethiopian w/ Tourette syndrome standin next to Joe at a metal show
Keep a clip by the dresser.. got P90's equipped w/ suppressors
Beam'll aim & this heat exchange turn you to liquid like a mixing condenser
My straight right feared.. my left wrapped around the gauge like earlobes
Keep somethin large by the waist that go hard in the paint like clear coat
I strangle the game.. you on that sucka shit, my bankroll's insane
You sellin crack while I went back to get my Master's like Django Unchained
a Russian marksman when trouble startin; duct tape on the double cartridge
Get pistol-whipped off the buckle harness, smackin ya face w/ the serial like Uncle Martin
My Glock's untamed & I ain't w/ the frontin.. not today
Catch you outta pocket & get called on audible when my shotgun play
You even talk, the gat gets drawn. Turn ya whole block to Babylon.
Boy cross that line, you gon' see body parts fly... like dropping an atom bomb
Ya'll faker than Halloween blood.. this 9mm holdin factory slugs
My weapons're knockouts; even the chopper got a sharp hook like a grappling gun
Hold heat like Cyclops shades, give you a high-top fade w/ Psylocke's blade
Talk shit, I'm cookin Pan w/ that cold metal - that's how you icebox Cake
Ya crew sweet as pie.. I got rounds that cost a hundred a slug
No pre-heat when I roll up on your boysenberry y'all fruitcakes under the crust
The fade rough.. get straight cut; that's a hard part
Coke cookin up, I walk around w/ my nose fulla dust; that's an aardvark
Have ya fam sleepin 20,000 leagues deep; I'm talkin tidal explosions
Only Delta waves they'll be feeling's when I crash their fucking flight in the ocean
I got the game in a Gracie hold - this bitch in Cruise control like Katie Holmes
Catch me in the street, masked up w/ them shells; that's Casey Jones
I got your crack fiend Trap Queen in my kitchen whippin the hardest
I had to introduce her to my stove 'cause that bitch's retarded
OG status.. the hype's infectious when ya'll see these bars smash
I'm certified from breathin life into these dummies, no CPR class
been itchin to pounce shit, u'd see fists to a mouth splits;
get bruised & left w/ more hook marks than the riddlers outfit
We click pistols.. silencer on the 9, getcha shit riddled
Guns & butter; potato on the biscuit, that's a McGriddle
don't see competition, just a buncha noobs I'm running through
Game recognize game; I feel like Jayceon Taylor staring at a buck, confused
open season.. I'm loadin pieces w/ red dots & homing beacons
You claim presidential, but no one fucking knows who you are like Grover Cleveland
My psyche's fucked.. put ya whole team on ice; Mighty Ducks
That 40 ringing on your block like the ice cream truck
Talk is cheap.. I'm on that God degree like divinity school
Carve a figure-eight in ya fuckin throat & watch your blood infinity pool
Crime business, no eye witness.. shots roar when I stretch the metal
Burner up in the briefcase, your whole top floor can get the memo
Shit's feelin like Dawn of the Dead, I was gone 'til November
But the champ's back; you faggots don't deserve an honorable mention
& I constantly pressure any opponent w/ a flawless offensive
King of the division, watch as every head in the tournament's severed
A thoroughbred born in the trenches w/ the strongest genetics
It ain't just a dominant gesture when I slaughter contenders like Conor McGregor
Bags wanna be Bronsolino.. I was finna chill, but fuck it, I'm gone
Oh, you like Action? Figures.. 'cause you play w/ 'em in the tub at ya mom's
My big homie chefin a lot, baking soda next to the kettle w/ rocks
Dog, ya name's Constrikta & you can't even wrap ya head around gettin a job
Aero can get it too.. the RPG I'm totin'll blast you out of ya home
Only Wall Street you'll see is the entire fuckin front of your house in the road
Shotty by the waist, I ain't fuckin w/ them tranquilizers
Talk shit & Big Poppa Pump flyin off the buckle like a Frankensteiner
Peep the highroller steez.. pyrokinesis, I'm a psycho unleashed
Keep a nine holstered, plus that chopper in the car like a Micro Machine
'm sealing ya fate.. Achilles heel, I'm really real; you a play gangster
We'll only see Chin strap when I fade him ear-to-ear w/ a straight razor
An immovable boss.. drive-by's & funeral plots
Catch me hangin out the whip w/ two pipes, no dual exhaust
My right gun's a Peacemaker, my left gun's a big chopper
I'm a lead dumper, wig shopper.. that's a head hunter; witch doctor
girl's a foul ho.. bitch goin down slow like the Dow Jones
Knock her mouth hole out cold, Head bangin off the buckle like Al Snow
Python strangler.. rearrange your atoms like an ion chamber
The iron banger put your feet by your head like a Lion Tamer
Straight head shots.. you talk wreckless, we bang them Glocks
& I put that shit on everything like Frank's Red Hot
Riot pump.. I'm in the streets like scare tactics & tear gas canisters
Mobbin on sets, plus the chopper on deck like an aircraft carrier
Your ass owe me money, I'm in your living room w/ the snub to ya jaw
Have your bitch screamin, "D-d-do-do you have it?!" right before I put your GUTS on the wall
Too many clones that found a name.. s'why I'm stayin out the game
Bunch'a Samuel L. Jackson ass niggas, all these "motherfuckas" sound the same
My swag lives forever.. keep the mask & Beretta w/ a flaskful of Devil's Cut
Plus, the strap where the weapon's hung got more rounds than Allen from Metal Slug


The Hammer loose & ringing,
Im bangin Superwomen. Orc got a Madam moving with him from Japan & two in Yemen
Ya man is stupid with 'em, & I stay switchin up that Bank Role like Janet Hubert-Whitten
Fuck a Bar I'ma grip Chrome
The hardest with Brimstone & u'll be Rolling if I Start Running like the Car in the Flinstones
Got Barbies banged.. & necks will get clocked bruh. My set is a Monster with Bacardi plans
I'm a Party man. U hardly BLAM! Have ya crew screamin 'GET TO THE CHOPPER' like Arnie Fans
In lamens I'm too fly. Insane with the moves guy, flow like Rain in a Blue Sky
I'd play Five Finger Roullete with the Blade of Battousai after a Table of Moonshine
There's no Revival, I'm the ONLY Rival. My techs move in haste n' by stealth
Fuck a Broken Idol, I wrote the Bible after Coke & Five Pills then Excommunicated myself
Let the ruckus flow: U going where the Dead Heading
I'm cooking dope - was at the Red Wedding during the Head Wetting & told Roose Bolton to fuck a goat
You'll never be witnessed with a pen of just mishits
don't needta *Slow It Down.* U need every rap slogan that ever existed plus one Helllll of a wish list
Duck if you step cuz Im fucked in the head, don't let the hole in it spook ya
I'd play Russian Roulette covered in Lead with a Loaded Bazooka after a Bowl of Sambucha
THIS man a Beast!? Fantasy.
I'm an evil Lord -- you a Keebler Dwarf with a bland physique
The heaters off: I'd squeeze n' torch a Ouija board 'til even Satan can't stand the Heat
You ain't got the Bones to speak. I'm the Coldest Priest, roaming streets ina Robe of Meat
I stole the Golden Fleece from a Roman Fleet all because I was Trolling Geeks while Cold in Greece
Im getting it now, Burden is cute.. taking Virgins in groups like Suburbias loose
Murderous too. Trust if 'my Heads in the Clouds' I'm conversing w/ Zeus over a Bourbon or two
I'm the Wordsmith on a Molly with hammer fist blows
.... ''Now you're First to Get this Body'' like what Adam was told when God was handling dough
It's quicksand when this bastard comes through,
I'll Master a coup. Disastrous dude. I once touched MC Hammer mid dance with HIS hand
They need a Banner all in red or a Camera on my head for putting an extravaganza on in text
Bars are soft as hell; you listen to Alanis Morissete both in the car and on cassette
I bring a Hammer for the set. Your Arms small, that's a Tyrannosaurus Rex
I'm totin' blammers that'd ghost Bin Laden, acting so Aladdin in a Sire's turban
I'm toasting Stalin in Copenhagen; the Iron Curtain's supplying Burden:
You're welcome for the fire wording
Orc's pensive with wordplay, armed with a Kenshin Reverse-Blade that'll leave heads a group
Did I mention that Burd's great? The penmanship's first rate....
I'm a Poltergeist of Walter White in an incredible crew that's set up to shoot
The caustic type with irreverent views. My dick Elephant huge.
I'm like Bob Marley. The Don Yardie.
No, wait.. I'm Tom Hardy. That's a Legend to you (in one helllll of a suit)
I'll turn up to ya Mom's party and be both clever and cute in my finest pair of leopard print shoes
I'm every gal's weakness; they leak fluid. This man's penis has its own beat to it --
Trust when I'm in the streets moving they play Val Venis' theme music.
& I take a Barbarian Selfie,
Ur manner is soft: when the Hammer is wrought, know the carrions plenty
Danaerys man will get offed... #NodisrespecttoBarristanSelmy
I'm Bombing so stay where da range is; this meth head'll be left black
It's common to have the Clay make u famous. I'm talking Celebrity Deathmatch
We know Ozil. I'm so real that when I type hymens move, it's light shit too
U vs Bison moves: U couldn't be Klose to a legend & I score more times than dude
The poll shows u nice w/ the Mentions? we'll see when the Wessons clear
U'll take a slide ina second. Now ya girl be Raiden the legend & we ain't talkn Metal Gear
Hollows don't knock twice. I'm a mad ripped Brad Pitt, bitches wanna swallow the cock right
You ain't THAT kid, SAVAGE. if Man get his Sack gripped... it's followed by ''Cough Twice''
I'm the Martyr of War. The heart of a Brawl.. leave man rabid & in parts on the floor
The rap addict, grab ya nan's Black wig 'Fly thru the air & take a Stab at it'.. no Darts in a Board
U trying to shoot often? Dude stop it. You'll die if you do cock it & lie ina Blue coffin
Wana lose ya Health. Well.. then Suit Yaself & we ain't talking Buying a New Closet
This bastards gay.. yo I ain't evil, I'm Hot. The feeble will rot with dreams of the top
Since u passed away, ya girl cut my pic & Masturbate -- they call me the Cream of the Crop
Ya girl love my wording as well. She said you nervous as hell
Ur Caucasian. No.. I said your Cock Asian, it whispers ''Sorry Father, I failed u'' & tries to murder itself
I'm the sickest Head, you'll be lifted dead. Orc's Heracles when the Herald speaks
I'll put an end to this Chicken Head.. & we ain't talking Preparing Feasts or Tearing Meat
U'll lay broken in defeat n' opened in the street. U emboldened w. retreat but it's dead wrong
I'll choke him in his sleep.. dump the body & Have him 'Rolling in the Deep' like Adelles song
It's the Tsar with these quotes, I'll rip apart a Hero just to arm the Heat scope
Sparkkk til he's smoke. Mark the beast's throat.
How this Spar gone be dope?! it's ORC vs Darker Ego times every Bar that he's Wrote
I'm at Benihana with ya Baby Momma dressed as Master Chief in Heavy Armour
I SHOULD clip the snaggle-teeth Manatee witha magazine...
...but fuuuck it I'm a steady charmer
This is Big Baby gone mad, man's killed in a second when the FINISH HIM beckons
The Switchblade is on hand but the Kick game is Hwoarang if we bringing that Tekken
I'm in Vegas sippin' with a thot like Mel B
Insane at spitting, my veins are different
As hotttt as Hell be.
Man like Thomas Shelby with the Razor hidden & the Gauge for gripping
Praise the women; I'm stillll stronger than Killmonger with the Double Blades
I've been Heel longer than a Summer day but my Steel somber as a Judges wake
The GOD flows sick: I'll bring all manner of pain like Sandor Clegane the sickest version
I had the hollows picked.. but you 'already got those Tips' when I fixed your wording
This is BANANAS... The clip too. Got the Hammer equipped to damage the kids crew
You'd need Ravishing Rick Rude, a Panther, a Schitzu, a Gat and like Six dudes just to FATHOM the slick moves
The fandom's legit, true. How sick can a kid be!? Vicious & filthy when moving the right hand
A Shooter with nice tan, even Richard Kuklinski wish he could pinch me, I'm cooler than Iceman

[Lindel]

Done.

[Lindel]

Done.

[Lindel]

In a kingdom ruled by a malevolent tyrant - spreading his violence like the deadliest virus
Echos are heard from the crevice of silence - alas bellowing words are set to be rising
For in the distance General Tarsis is shedding light on his federal squadron of a grueling plot
To over-rule and trot the ruler gone - for in this land of famine - all they have is food for thought...

General Tarsis's Speech

As Revolutions governing wind brushes my skin - I come to amend this repugnant land with succulent lips
Dusk will begin the dawn of hundreds of men - when they apprehend my speech of trusting content
"Over the years - we've witnessed the king's tyranny reign - he was ruthless in execution and giving us pain
Well now - it's time for retribution in limitless ways - may our sorrow set sail and start drifting away
We are living astray from a quality life - the cause of this madness I pondered at night
It all started when his reign wandered upright - bringing forth darkness to squander our light
Spawning our plight till we were dogs in his sight - he poisoned our crops to leave us rotten in blight
He's the monarch of spite sparking the cardinal vice - with no regard for what's wrong and what's right
He has no honor or spine - when he calls us to fight - so on this final order we'll demolish his shrine
For all of the time he spent blocking our shine - will be paid for with the cost of his life
You're my army tonight - marching with might - keep the fire inside you sparking forever
For on this day when we embark and endeavor - you'll remember the date we conquered together
No more tarnishing weather will plague the skies - we'll sleep on clouds knowing it's safe at night
And our wives will experience a playful sight - when our children frolic on grass during graceful times
Keep that fate in mind - and we won't falter or lose - we will succeed I'm promising you
Let us march our feet to stop the abuse - for the voice of change is calling us troops...

Be Ready to charge and let loose..."

And so we solemnly march through this land of dictation - our souls filled with mass inspiration
Passing peasants of angst and starvation - for they felt the full effects of this famishing nation
We are The King's men - but this is an act of invasion - a channeling statement of grand assault
The hands of Revolution will grasp us all - when we arrive standing tall - to make his castle fall...

Soldiers...

Ready your weapons for in several seconds we'll be steadily stepping on the yard of his Kingdom
He has guards, archers, and marksman as defense - with enough fire power to harvest a spring sun
But we are the elite ones - rangers with a gift - they are the weak ones - strangers to their niche
So when I give word - begin aiming with intent - to take out the two men stationed at the bridge!
"FIRE!"...
And the enemies hit with marksman precision - but above Archer's are driven to start shooting their arrows
Quicker than thunder they begin hitting our numbers - so we swiftly advance to move from the peril
With wrath as our force - we blast through the door of the castle where guards are armed for attack
Yet my army is fast - at barraging a task - so we spark up a blast turning their armored squadron to scrap
Now we advance up flights of stairs till are sights are flared with Marksman blaring their muskets at us
Their remorseless fleet is intense as they murder a majority of my men - and render me covered in blood
But I'm not going to fold for I'm close to my goal - I could almost hear The King cower in his chambers
So as the proudest of traitors and foulest invader - I channel my anger on these scoundrels of danger!
Loading my musket with bullets - I trust it and pull it - murdering every marksman in the room
"Alas, we made it' I say to my staggering crew - It's time we open our majesty's tomb...

And so we open the door to where The King resides - prepared with his doom...

There was our King - hiding in shadows - frightened - defenseless to the crime I'll unravel.
"I stand before you you're majesty - bringing forth tragedy - for your reign will end tonight at the castle"
My men begin to celebrate - with destined grace - as I ready my musket for execution
But first things first I think in my twisted mind - for my lips have lied to you Brother's of Revolution...

And so in a twist of events - General Tarsis points his musket at his own men...

*BLAST*...

***

I have succumbed to my sin for I've killed all my gullible men - as my heart is filled with fire and brimstone
For my time has finally come - I've intertwined with the sun - as I reign over the sire and his throne
"I'm done following orders - I've abolished your quarters - and my army was light for seeking the darkness
Now I'll take your breath - and with your death - I'll rule over a new land - The Kingdom Of Tarsis!"

As General Tarsis murders the King with a maniacal laugh - the sky darkens marking his triumph alas
For as a tyrant has passed - a new one is born - one more relentless and vile than the last
He plans to reign for decades to come as a devilish one - as the clock ticks under his tower
For when his stomach growled in this land of famine - he was merely - Hungry For Power

As I look out the window pane, sin is flamed to the point where an inferno is cast
The fire spreads burning our flag - and scorches corpses till they're in an urn for their past
I've developed insomnia because I'm worried and sad - it's only a matter of time before my death is sealed
And I'm on the muddy floor left to squeal - this bloody war has scarred the nation - and it has yet to heal
The threat is real - set in steel and iron - breaths of spieling fire - demolishing our mahogany doors
A slaughtering force - with grenades and bombs for a war - invading our land without a thought of remorse
I could hear them on our course from miles away - harnessing their planet's pride in their grace
But why must they face us with such violent rage? Why must we be sentenced to death on this trial of hate?
I cry and I pray - for peace to flourish again - looking out the window - thinking when the torment will end
My core is in twists - at the sight of foreigners in the mist - blowing holes in the ground - forming a crypt
The sky is pouring with limbs of courageous soldiers - who carried boulders on there shoulders for us
I see the ones who are breathing loading their guns - trying to rebuttal with slugs next to puddles of blood
But they've succumbed to their hunt - their hunger and lust is that of gluttonous scum
A covenants rushed by the government's fund - but it's quickly turned into an abundance of dust
Now these robots roll on concrete roads - firing projectiles at our lofty homes
These rocky drones have been programmed by evil mechanics - to have a heart in an off beat zone
Not even children are spared on this day of tragedy - they're ripped apart by machine guns under the spring sun
They truly are the elite ones - with superior weaponry - plus they outnumber us ten to a meek one
There's nothing our world can produce to stop this madness - all our caskets are surely seen
I hear vivid screams of our unsung heros - as military tanks are blasted to smithereens
These our explicit scenes of the extinction of man - our hourglass has dropped it's last spec of sand
There is no miracle for blessing the land - for destiny has beckoned its plan
Technology has stepped to the stand - taking over the human race while we barely started running
The President has resorted to desperate measures - as he orders atomic bombs be dropped on the country
This is our hell dispersed in regime - for now the entire earth has been seized
I realize this is worse than any burning disease - as I look out the window - and witness Man Versus Machine

Vs.




Before the worlds collide ……


Night and day, Miss mezzaluna overlapping Her relatives
golden crescent half-cousins, Solaris' spastic development
dramatic, intelligent, red hair, flaring fiery as dusk,
Evil archangel God's children secretly lust ..
a media plug that even rumors & conspiracies trust -
so when she died, all of humankind was equally crushed.
the peaceful, the lush, soft grass, imagine it's vibrance,
where only babbling brooks could break a natural silence.
static eruption, brainstem buzzing, practically mindless
The beaten path of a pathogen programming its' virus,
projected demon - white plaster walls & holograms of Osiris
Phantom in a Peacoat, staged theatric disguises,
waterfall rock-walls, moss-coated, scattering cypress
robotic arms, solar charged automatic devices;
hands outstretched in a bow, tipped top-hats to your Highness
it's all downhill once a pattern arises..
if magic is priceless, physics fall into poverty,
cuz hope & prayer are the dominating modern commodities,
mysteries, unanswered crimes, such obvious oddities
like documenting laws to govern art or philosophy
balance primal id, instinctive ties, & hostile monogamy
constructing sandcastle properties for blossoming colonies,
divine apotheosis, known apostles of Socrates
Visible to the naked eye but not in photography.
a solid anomaly to spice the moment, stuck in this madness
purgatorial plateau between His dungeon and palace,
scales go bloody red when measuring our functional status,
it only takes a single shift to suddenly vanish -
there's another world around us, hidden under the magnets
where all emotional reactions trigger colorful flashes,
spectral seas, tsunami waves, a stunning abstraction
Chinese new year celebration in the lungs of a dragon ..
Voluptuous passions, shadowboxing candle reflections,
using liquor as a trojan horse to battle depression.
live every moment for it's imperfections, casual tension
and the adolescent pleasure of a vaginal entrance.
past or the present? take a sec to answer the question,
then summarize your reason in one accurate sentence.
evidence is clear - the human, sadness-dependent,
using history as a crutch to mask a lack of progression.
molasses black apparitions, Hades' shadowy henchmen
evaluate our mental state through telepathic assessments ;
reality's destined .. Etherealness is a practiced emergence
to transcend atomic bonding at it's tangible surface -
there's no man behind the curtain, no infallible purpose,
though we're not alone .. trust me, i'm a rational person.
gas matter resurges, transparent window locked from inside,
we've been dead since the minute we were oxygenized.
there's a faraway kingdom where apocalypse thrives,
promoting dollar beer specials & a positive vibe ..
Minds fry at early ages, but their bodies survive
it's never been so strangely clear ..

we've gotta collide.

Panacea



1. Emily


one night I wander waywardly. Aimlessly along the rayless streets
past granite shanties, befogged by rain and sleet, not one warm nook to lay and sleep
then I find you. A curly little caterpillar, who'd crawled beneath the trestle
sleepy, nestled in the dying Whitlow and Shepherd's-Purse that streaks the pebbles
pipe still hot and redolent - your ring-less fingers scorched a coffee-hue
hair as black as fossil-fuel, a dog-eared shower curtain shrugged on top of you
the sign above the bar blinks apple-neon, one broke bulb is a crypt for the flies
you've pissed on your thighs, head cranked back and tilted, like you're kissing the sky
you're beautiful. Below the methane emissions that hang like a rainbow
i lay my head on this magnanimous angel, fall fast asleep in her halogen halo
she wakes. Her crystal eyes, they fall on me like breaking waves on sand
and when i kneel to present the rock, she doesn't hesitate to take my hand

~

2. Tomorrow

dear Emily,

you left, i descended. Every time i close my eyes, i see the eels
bloated, black aliens ... wheezing with disease, more than even the streets can yield
their sweltry hide's like boiled kale, moist and pale - they're eating me
nowadays you're keeping clean, but I had no such grace bequeathed to me
i shan't lie. The sidewalk would be softer, if i had your hand to hold
had you not gone back to home, this concrete - would not be, quite so damp and cold
don't you remember? How we set into motion no fettering notion of honour or pride?
slinging rock on the side? - we were Ben Sanderson and Sera, we were Bonnie and Clyde
regardless, i still chalk my poems on the boulevard ... maybe you read them
it's like you always said, they make that little square of pavement an Eden
don't worry, i won't post this letter, it would only be fueling my sorrow
please love me. please love me.

yours truly,

Tomorrow

~

3. Panacea

now you'll see me. You fucking robot, your garden is so sickly green
home so crisp and clean, ph-neutral soap, pro-plus, propane pumps and Listerine
crow bar up beneath the lintel - easy, simple, tears and splinters blend with the rain
it bends with the strain, the oak cracks, I hesitate - then remember the pain
the guardian comes - a shabby old Terrier, hardly a vessel of speed and strength
she's in less than decent health. But our eyes align and for a moment, i see myself
an LP hiccups under a needle, from buzzard to beetle, creatures preserved for exhibition
it's thin and brief; some inner peace - but there's no extradition from this mental prison
i creep up the stairs, my whitened knuckles lightly brushing the balustrade
i am afraid. But Emily, you said to me - you promised you'd never take your hand away
wherever you go the pain will follow
i'm just a bad dream, of course. But at least you've faced Tomorrow

[Lindel]

The Splendor of Yggdrasil

Pillared beams of sun, burning purgatorial flames
dance through the bark - he faces this immemorial claim
eternal recluse; his smile morphs into a vernal salute
ode to Spring. Mr. Chevalier ties this luring, murmuring noose
he climbs slowly, then reckons with the length of his rope
this Last Judgement's fluttering veil...questioning the strength of his hope
the drifting snow: monochromatic crystals blanketing bliss
as an earsplitting tempest - shrieks suddenly in this baffling mist
...it rises with his breath's imperceptible, gradual hiss.
Behold! The disquieting splendor of this heavenly aspect
Portends an unknown. Cosmic malevolence beckoning madness
...he leaps, learning the depth of a second's compactness -

Float.

He notes each transcendent geometry suspended in space
as every single belief he ever held commences to break
the veracious precision of life: immense is its face
and Jean-Paul Chevalier recognizes - he can amend his mistakes
sensing Adelaide rocking nearby as she ascends into flakes
she's swinging softly. A gentle otherworldly pendulum's trace, when suddenly -
a horde of spirits sinister announce their menacing wake.
Stretched shadows hum a rising, barren melody great
the eerie tune blooms - all meaning and mystery bellowing grace...
a sudden, searing white light.
The branch breaks! Sprawled, he deals with this murderous pounding
the vortex of death's gate: he hears its call and its murmurous soundings...
pulled toward this venerable portal's endless, beckoning call
he sees the field - charged with an esoteric, blessed morale.
Adelaide swings...his dead daughter leaves his senses appalled
her emaciated face rasps a darkened, semi-sentient drawl
ring-like, she draws near. Panicking, Jean presently crawls
to the wood's edge. It's somehow...so forged; evanescent, egregious
these spirits and his daughter gone - the tension increases
a field of roses! He and Adelaide shared laughs in this sumptuous terra
its beauty's intensity rises, and he's consumed by an encompassing terror
memories blend with landscape, and all presumptuous error
growing at a distance - he sees the pupiled abyss of God's functioning sclera
this searing light takes him again...witness his climb and ascent
preacher of madness; creature of habits...mind of a saint.
Here's the wretched, beautiful view at the height of his zen:
Wraiths surround him, their socketed eyes ladeling flesh
Adelaide, smiling wickedly grabs the nape of his neck
In that terrifying moment...Jean reels during their savage rapport,
face contorted, she's screaming "I love you Dad" in a roar...
four of his vertebrae shattered, all of these mighty sentiments reel
...and Jean-Paul hangs. Finally finished in this desolate field.

Vs.




I’m unsteady, the bloodletting is tongue stretching
Picture a slum setting, unkempt with a rough heading
Tribes get involved, when nature, with its rises and falls
Entices us all to question life and its inviolate call
Sometimes even the sun catches the horizon off guard
Illuminating the land - all the mountains, pines & bazaars




Legends state, that trees grow broader in a wretched place
much like cells strengthen when ensconcing in the reddish fray
The warmth of the ground is a meditative magma, in essence, fate
each tectonic shift leaves a messy plate; appetite makes us levitate
The life substance of any given creation is a curious fluid
he stands in a burgundy tunic, earthly attunement is a purity movement
While many would jump at the chance of omnipotence...
Some prefer to be human.
undeterred by the units perverted, deluded. Copernicus knew it
Persian, Peruvian or Nubian, in search of the wooly men
Are we truly men who are on the verge of being usurped of our nutrients?
because while new sequences emerge from the petri dish of our lineage
The growth of our history rarely deviates from traditional compendiums
Everyone has plants to water, children to feed
embryos supplant a larger mural to heed
symbiotic relationships foster fertile proceeds
for foster parents to adopt a pharyngeal surgical league
to cut out all of our bad intentions so we can cure The Disease
It’s the workings of Me, You, the sperm’s eternal dirge of the sea
What are ethnicities? Are they real cities with a mayor and such?
truthfully, are we dunking the ball or just laying it up?
Are we under the sprawl of a decaying, corrupt age of distrust,
scraping the clutches, raping a mother who simply claimed it enough?
Do we show compassion or are we just following moral restraints
I’m convinced that Right and Wrong are dead planets, orbiting Faith
Some pray to God, others prey on others as the “lords” of their race
while being elitist only means one thing: priorities are sorely misplaced
Writer’s Block is a biological weapon set against us apes
for bible scholars, vying authors - selected strains to alter our genetic traits
Science fosters collective drainage of innovation, meant to resonate
flesh is clay, imprisoned in Section 8, nocturnal insects definitely relate
If you’re feeling implored, take a trek with the spiritual Moor
Man walks on two limbs yet it’s his brain he mostly needs agility for
Some rest under sycamores sipping Coors from society’s umbilical cord
others weave tangerine sun sonatas in the shadows; the ceilings of lore
Some cash in their schillings of war, only feeling the symptoms after
our achilles heel hooks us with wisdom only inherent in jiu-jitsu masters

[Lindel]

…

Andrew Flores the snake of Eazen; slithering in the mouth of grass; blades slash alas
the day and night know no mourning; only for animals of dark origin; darkness inhabitance
the animals are glorious; they are in pairs; the tree of light; glimmers as Noah's ark
I am a snake, the grass is as green as my scales; for my essence swallows the oceans heart
the grass is greener on the other side; the grass is green everywhere you sea
For with every animal and white cloud flourishing; we cherish everything we see
The mouth of the devil has spoken; his throat clearing the mouth of God; a proud Nimrod
For we were born yesterday; and will scape the fruit as twin rods

Nourishment for inhabitance; water streams of liquid sparkle shimmer in the daylight
For when darkness envelopes my heart and essence; shimmer rays night
Two fruits of Eazen, hang from the tree of light; Nimrod and Icarus; siss and hiss at the sight
For we sea the light; for whoever see's the light; will hiss in plight
two serpents in Eazen; one will sea the light; and swim and slither in the clear sparkling ocean
For with every tear shed from the devil; the wet dew grass; is a heart's devotion
The night and day become one; creating white and darkness; the moon bows; the sun has burst
God and the devil open their mouths..for only one is heard..

White waves overlap, colliding in symphony; waves glisten' splashing off rocks; subsiding in mystery
Animals rest, for they sleep on white clouds; For I am a serpent praying on liquidious wishing streams
grassy hills and paradise, cherish eyes; we sleep and slumber on mountains on a perished night
baring guise; a fare's demise; the devilish serpentine seas through the disguise of a pair of guise;'
Rocks and water splashes collide in symphony; ideas and cloud formations are beheld as epiphany
the rivers and seas are riveting; the seas are sympathy; to the isle's of infinity; the seas of mystery
the devil work's in dark mysterious ways; as my serpent brethren; a snake in the grass; splashes with the sea
On God's rock he was splashed upon; persuading to the ocean's deep

Nimrod and Icarus was magnificent; sin and law danced in symphony of sympathy's
Both were astonished at creation; yet only snake eyes; could see the sinning sea
both were weighed on creation's scale; devil and god collided as light and darkness
plight was darkness; Nimrod and Icarus were darkness and light in Garden
Yet only one saw the darkness, as one saw the light; one burned in hell's flame
The other saw darkness, then saw light; and prospered in hell's rain
Now.. the wrath is seizure; the tree of light; stands prosperous where the vast is deeper
As the asthma seas churn; Nimrod slithers passed envious green blades of grass..where the grass is greener

We are two serpents in the Garden of Eden; we harbor a demon; we are the father of Jesus
We have a promise; to protect Adam and Eve; the rapture will cease; are somber is reason
We're not lost as the heathens; but we are lost in these heathens; as they are pondering reason
'Do no eat the fruit, I say; laughing at Adam and Eve; as they try to conquer this demon

- Somber as Eden, I'm a snake in the grass; tasting the grass; my blades will be slashed
- Evasive as fast, embracing the task; we are two snakes with a gaze that's un-matched
- I ponder Adam and Eve, somber with leave, test of obedience, rest my omnipotence
- For the future presence's, will test the envious green grass's omnipresent's

I'm a demon that has dominion over the devil; I give my test of wit with cleverness to Adam and Eve
The rapture will leave; or the rapture is gone; I slither in the pasture and sing the saddest of songs
'Verbosity and burning environ conquer these plagues; they are better off scorching in flames
The Lord will be named; accord will be flames; I am hell's tongue as I torture their flames'

- I scorch their souls with flames, my fire burns for eternity; I'm a certain beast
- My omnipresence, taunts your relish, you can only see such fruit in your burning dreams
- Focus your morals on omnipresence, would you rather enjoy the fruit or be taught a lesson?
- Tongue of hellish, for only sheep of the devil can belong to blessings

They are coming close to eating the apple; having sex during hours of the day; their coward will be vain
As serpent I slithers down their crevices; prostrates to their negligence; I'm devouring a plague
The grass is envious as environ; as Adam and Eve begin to touch the tree of life
'Yet if you do not touch or genius the tree of life; it will turn to a tree of light'

- The Garden of Eden, we harbor as demons; we bring jealous to the envious green grass
- Our zealousness cease slash, as I see green grass, jealousness seize fast
- I am a snake in the grass, I see Adam and Even consume the Apple of Eden
- For as I'm a demon, I conceive; and see a green grass land, turn to land of the heathens

Environ is their new name; yet they seem calm and peaceful; as the animals in the pasture
The Garden of Eden will harbor the rapture; God said; now we're laughing at the matter
Abra Cadabra; magic was produced; a wish and a prayer formed; flourishing the serpents as astonishing demons
For when they saw the fruit as delicious; but did not consume; we saved humanity; in The Garden of Eden.

Now, Heaven can flourish; as we grow Angel wings.

---

Grins are shown ,they stay a glow, black footprints lie beneath white winter snow
Past shadows vanish as our sin is stoned, fall ends, yet here rose our friend of hope
He cleansed us when we consumed the menace, lit up our souls then fueled the essence
Now snowflakes fall with our gloom, depression, alas a Christmas with a future present

We’re grateful for our countless blessings, even when we refused to embrace your might
Back when our faces resembled the grayest skies, because we couldn’t fight the pain inside
Back when autumn leaves fell from the tallest trees, we were rotten seeds restrained from light
Just Two brothers with a decaying frame of mind, souls pitch black, that couldn’t change to white

Hawk eyes were on us day and night, for we did what we must to survive
Stealing bread rations, taking tiny bites, a pair of thieves being parasites
We hid in the dumpsters of dark alleys, trying to avoid police that roamed the streets
Just Two miserable homeless teens, searching for the missing piece to their broken dream

Life was looking bleak, autumn leaves fell along with our well being
Lice ticked over our scalps with fleas, skin disease, our health had ceased
Heavy breathing had you blacking out; we grasped each other’s hands to move through this journey strong
But cries were heard for miles on that gloomy dawn, waking up, to see you were nearly gone

We were just two scared kids with fear eating our carcass, not stopping till it’s leaving us heartless
Each day that passed weakened our conscious, oxygen was like breathin' some toxins
On this endless season of autumn, we sat beneath the trees, seen as forgotten
A brown leaf fell to our feet, but we looked in despair as it began to darken…

It seemed like all hope was lost, our sorrow was about to tie this rope a knot
Till a white light appeared with a drawing glow, that lead us to a tree, with a broken cross
We were hesitant to pick up the pieces, for the tree in front of us had all black leaves
But we each took one half; those were the instincts of the grandest thieves

The two pieces were drawn to each other, like they were attracted by the same white beam of light
Each piece had a unfinished writing, but when put together, spelt “Jesus Christ”
Right then, the white light reeled us in, saying that only faith will clear our sins
We accepted him, Jesus, as our savior, friend, whom we swore to worship till the very end

We were just two homeless brothers, but now were the sons of a greater being
Our chests started to glow suddenly, as our black souls were whitened clean
That day started a new beginning, the status of our old life withered
All the black leaves fell from that tree, the change of a black autumn to a white winter

Vs.

life is full of contradictions, truths meant to be hidden
complimentary divisions, each endlessly different.
I've come to find that open eyelids throw a wrench in your vision
so compartmentalize your mind and ride this sensory fission

embrace the static
fade to blackness...

an archipelago of clouds dot the air with a few islands
Lucy's in the sky and she's wearing her blue diamonds
a stream stumbles to a puddle so be careful to move by it
cuz when you hear it whisper you won't dare to abuse silence
the cares of your youth lie in the water's rippled chest
reflecting the meadow in a ballet of silhouettes
as they sway and wiggle, stretching out their in-depth message,
an audience of grass bows in windswept crescents.
then you think next, what if you held the hopes that you used to?
like the mountains you'd conquer and the oceans you'd cruise through
but why stop there? you could even float to the moon, too
lost in your thoughts, breezes flee the slopes to cocoon you.
it's soothing, locked in this imagination chrysalis
masked in sacred wilderness - the magic of its innocence
passion at its simplest, stoned in a natural high
instead of questioning, you'd be posing answers to "why?"
but there's more than inspiration that these mountains can hide
the vagrancies of reality once you wander past the divide...

adjust to the haze
muzzle your gaze...

stained gray behemoths slouch in slumbering stacks
concrete skeletons erected as a puzzle for rats.
the heavens are hidden hellishly in eruptions of ash
but you don't notice it - you're settled in a hustle for cash
to stay ahead you keep on pedaling combustible traps
like your unquenchable elephant bent on guzzling gas
LED is the future, son! the sun is the past
so keep your shutters collapsed - just in case some light might've snuck in the cracks
living the plight of a proton; you're stuck in a mass
and the further you float, the more the others'll laugh.
you hunt for your next meal long as it's smothered in fat
and even though your veins are choking you keep stuttering back
amidst these sputtering facts, I didn't mention the streets
the piss-warm air as it's carrying the stench of disease
this is how life's supposed to be in 2011
business as usual in cubicles till you've pounded your head in
counting the hours and seconds until the final whistle blow
so you can sit in front of a screen till you forget why you're miserable...

I won't deny the silver lining that I laced in the sky
cuz to be honest, every "you" could be replaced with an "I"
yet I won't say it's a lie, my little hatred of technology
since many words of wisdom are mistaken for hypocrisy
I don't totally look down upon the progress of today
I just don't know how we'll afford it - or what currency we'll pay
but if you can move into the truth imbued in this vignette
you'll find a quiet so beautiful you'll be muted to thin breaths
so close your eyes and see the light of everything you didn't know
cuz half of every scene is seeing what isn't shown


it wasn’t too long ago, though hindsight is muddled at best
I remember. clear as my reflection in the puddles of stress
that clung to my chest. that sweet, bitter numbing effect
of retreating back into the arms of comfort’s neglect.
wide-eyed, wider pupils. that insufferable sweat
of the substances I run to for my love of regret
lulled into bed by the sullen threads I mulled in my head;
Jumbles of text my lullaby for a mummified rest

Dulled intellect. only ego to keep the sky afloat
Mind the boat, we're sinking deeper into the dream that I demote
Women and childhoods first - quickly now, untie the rope
Abandon ship, it's cancerous, let's see how far the tide'll go
Now the escape pod wanders beyond the currents of my control
Silent boasts drop anchor in the shallows of my siphoned soul
True Gemini, two ends of I, at our cores an isotope
torn between seeing the world through telescopes or a microscope

I don't know...

I don't keep up with the trends anymore, they're so foolish
concluding with the same feelings that are introduced -
no new shit, the pool is on the brink of diluted
I swear if Sisyphus was here you guys would think he's the coolest
so simple, so clueless. Compliments got me mixed up
"You're so smart/funny/talented - how do you come up with this stuff?"
So I sit up with a big huff, extend a smile of my glib trust
Knowing that after I read Midnight’s Children, I didn’t write for 6 months

I knew I’d never be the genius that I wanted to be
or the prodigy I got other people charmed to believe
Instead of think of it, my insignificance became my comic relief -
Look at all the things I invest my time in, forgotten in weeks

Existential hyperventilation: corsage of defeat
That helps me blend in with the rest of them, donned as fatigues
Cuz we all run on the same wheel, daunted to see
The speed at which our feet persist while dreams fall underneath

They wander, recede at impossible speeds. a crease in time
Separates the rate of wasted fate to moments that, though brief, define
The contexts we exist in, the things that give us meaning -
Signs that give us our direction, courage to self-realize

Everything I seek to find blossoms from a seed of rhyme
Lessons that I need survive, etched within these metered lines
Just like the ocean recalibrates my body, gives me peace of mind
An open moleskin is my escape into the sea of ink I leave behind

Breathe deep, then dive...

My poetry is home for me, my prose is haunted
Both are contras.
Fighting to steal purpose from each broken promise
Cloaked as offices, monotonous social dogmas
That confuse the meaning of being hopeless and modest
I've never been the best, smartest or most accomplished
But these words are my only window to be open and honest

***

my niece was born, not too long ago, a small slice of the heavens
The past alive right in front of me, hindsight in the present
So excited to venture in the grass, dig in the dirt till her hands fill -
Feel the earth at a standstill
No concept of yesterday or the expanse of tomorrow
I couldn't hope to find a better example to follow

[Lindel]

Acid-charged and camouflaged - I'm Dragonheart The Gatherer
A man apart who carries armoured cannons large enough to bring down Battlestar Galactica
Fangs as sharp as Dracula's; I've seen more Meth in the lab than when he and Redman's collabin'
I'll leave you dead in a casket, get up and laugh while full of more pills than Deborah Mathers' medicine cabinet.
I've had Jessica Rabbit selling her ass since she become a wayward addict who craves more
Inhaled the grams that she's paid for... Shit, her nasal passage has chased more dragons than St. George.
You'll get bodybagged for an eight ball. I'm dropping tags on the Great Wall visible from outside of the globe
The primary drone your Messiah was cloned from as scientists probed; My DNA's in binary code.
I'm as Sly as Stallone; Stood in black with the gloves to match, a Clubber Lang voiced henchmen
Who'll go running past, double back, then snuff your ass to cause a sub-arachnoid haemorrhage
A motherfuckers back on the streets after a week blasting the heat; They need tanks just to keep me imprisoned
Even an African weave couldn't tangle with me; I'm the savagest thing man has conceived since religion.
A gargantuan beast who's mandible feasts while pillaging Earth for everything that she's worth
Deactivating me's simply absurd; Like an unemployment agencies administrative clerk, I can give you the work...
Twisting the sherm like it's business as per; While you little goons have bricks to move I'm in a suit tailored by Versace
It's simple, duke. I'm quicker to call you a Jiggaboo than Jay did to Beyonce when he made her his fiance!

I got the golden touch of Midas cut in King Tuts likeness
a titan thrustin Poseidon's Triton, my third eye's blink flood Osiris
im Icarus at his highest facing the degrees of Phoenix
Gabriel's shift to Mohammed's genius doding Judas's sneak to Jesus
using the speed of cheetahs; this king gloats with cobras
Abe Vigoda's prime on his throne as Frankenstein within his throat ambrosia
the Ethiopian omen of Halie Selassie smokin with Odin
swallowing the stones of Cronus holding the serpent on the bow of Moses
crossing Noah's ocean inside the spoken whale of Jonah
pestilence, death of the first born, darkness, blood, toads, hail n locusts
I'm the Torah's horror, the Quran's quandary and bible's rival
a genesis as a testament to the book of revelations embracing Baal's revival
Salem's own angel dust addict doing tetrodetoxin black magic
wreaking metropolitan mass havoc making Babylon resemble a bad accident
sack the Vatican's only father's holy water and tarnish the well
if thats not a big bang for evolution, I'm colluding on mutants with Darwin in hell

Vs.

I am an Angel, precious from above, with a golden halo
I Love The God Of Israel, as he's my soul in solstice, keeping my heart controlled and able
I am bold and sacred, ancient in heaven's time, turning water to blood
I am the potter with gloves, holding nothing back when I'm offering love
I fly across with a dove, through iridescent skies, crucifix in my hand
Making people repent for their sins, no-one will transfix my demand
I exist for the chance, to help the earth as it rotates on God's axis
My work goes beyond passion, for I was there when The Lord dawned dragons
My wings expand with the color of white, no-one will stumble my might
For it is the sound of another's delight, that has God cometh with light
I am the sun in the night, casting away fire and brimstone
I am as pious as the known, until the trail of this globe
God has plans for all in hand, I will assure that through all the land
For I walk through the Valley of Death, as a shadowed man, for the beauty of the act of man
I create miracles, God's people have seen me give sight to the blind
I am righteous with time, serving God's light in divine
Satan serves hostility toward's The Lord Our Creator, as he goes into battle with a horde of his nature
I grab the sword that I savored, and as I'm flying slay a demon, with the force of a savior
This is Armageddon, the war is casted, alarming heaven
I never rest as God's heart and weapon, to verse Satan, and disarm his henchman
The seventh seal is opened, The four horsemen assist in The Apocalypse
Angels yell 'God will forever be omniscient', not a demon is missed through my Oculus
Angels soar through the skies, biblical beasts are unleashed to make a roar and a cry
Good vs. Evil, is a course that's arrived, for this is when opposite forces collide
God's light beckons throughout the earth, God's might then shakes the ground and dirt
People of the world repent on the grounds of church, for with God, they finally have found their worth
Satan has sought to retreat, rebuke's are said by me on his defeat
Heaven and earth are followed by glee, for they have conquered with peace
I am an Angel, serving for God on the earth, well prompted
Yet with all the vast war displayed, I might just turn to darkness.....

My mind's a dark place, sinister like Darth Vader's image -
Heartache & bitterness, s'why I spark grape Swishers; every bar's straight vicious
It's ball game, nigga... harder than takin a shot of malt-grade vinegar
A long-range hit put you in harm's way w/ John Wayne's pistols
Turn you to farm-raised shark bait quicker than Baraka w/ his claws aimed
Stickin those sharp blades into ya scarred frame, doin his Arcade signature boss stage finisher
Your standalone idol, w/ a HAMR scope on the plasma-bolt rifle
Fuck a Swag & Flow title, I'm Captain Cold on a nandrolone cycle
Not a chance you won't die; the canonized author, I glamorize war like Samurai swords
Entranced by the gore & can't fight the glory; we strategize slaughter for campfire stories
Vampire offspring, hold a hammer like Thor & a hatchet like Voorhees...
Rapid-fire force feed you slugs in a black & white short-sleeve Polo w/ the patternized horse scheme
Carnivore, study the Art Of War daily - every harmless thought's like a horrorcore rape scene
High & wreckless, my life's directed by Martin Scorsese
Cybernetic, like Ghost in the Shell or the rifle when I load it w/ 12
Toast in the belt blow you to Hell when you catch No. 5, no Coco Chanel

[Lindel]

Andrew James Flores, with a message from the Lord...

The God of Israel is righteous and blameless; he has placed and secured a safe time for the ages
His pious is sacred, for he has been The God of man; since the beginning of time was created
His word is worth infinity, one with the bible, having the world; yearned with serenity
He is everything man is seen; creating the land and seas, and having the earth birthed with divinity.

The Land:

The land is bright green; the golden sun shines on it with care and prosper
The land’s flowers bloom, and plants take their state; inhaling the air and water
The great trees stand tall; as the beautiful animals are kissing his plan
Everything is serene; in the state of the fling, as God plants seeds of bliss on the land.

The Sea:

The sea is bright blue, the golden sun shimmers on the waters with splendor
The sea’s wonders are such vast; it diminishes fire; if it’s caught in an ember
The ocean’s carry sea animals in loving joy; for the happiness and glee of father
The sea is great, as a meaning offered; for water without salt, is drinking water.


Man:

The Genesis: Adam and Eve were created by God; human beings from his hand
They are people of his reign; blossomed from the seeds of the land
Everything is splendid, and beautiful, as everything harbors a reason
Everyone is sacred, humans, and animals; in the Garden of Eden.

Animals:

The animals, sacred and one; living from the sea and land
Lions and whales, they accompany us graciously, as they provide the glee of man
Man lives in unity with them; as they have a pious will
We sear the sheep for lines of silk, and grab the goats; providing milk.

Heaven:

Heaven; a golden sun shimmers splendidly with joy, on each building and person
This is where gracious people go, one’s with faith for God; the afterlife for mortals; if you’re worthy in worship.
Angels fly with fortitude for God; giving blessings to everyone they see
People pray passionately; as this is where everyone’s in eternal peace.

Hell:

Hell; a fiery place; where the golden sun doesn’t shine; for there is already flame
This is where sinners belong; as the devil torments and tortures you in the deadliest way
Demons taunt and count your days; as you wonder when all the burning will cease
Yet you must know; that this is where all sinners; burn for eternity.

Paradise:

Paradise; a wonderful place; where everything and everyone is happy and magnificent
This is where people who lived joyous lives belong; yet didn’t know God; but still they were embellishing.
Everyone is safe and secure; as they look at a golden sun and, empyrean sky
Everyone and everything prospers together; this is paradise.

Purgatory:

Purgatory, a place where the golden sun is cast; it is neutral in strength
For this is where people who lived normal lives go; doesn’t matter if it was for God or for them; they enjoyed their length
They know they have to follow the rules; and keep looking at the blaring skies
For they can follow God’s rule, and go to Heaven or paradise.

Andrew James Flores:

I am Andrew James Flores; poet and, philosopher; always filled with happiness and joy
It is my fulfillment to write for God; and help secure his word, and magnificent voice
That is his plan for me; to prosper in every way, and to hold the golden sun
For he has made me a pious semi-god; and valuable chosen son.

The Ending:

The God of Israel came to me long ago; seeking someone to spread his word
I have done so, through my writing’s and the church; and he has my essence firm
In return he has anointed me Semi-God; to reign on the earth in splendor
I am going to teach everyone with my bible; and they will have scripture to remember.

Armageddon:

Armageddon; a fiery war will run its course; between good and evil; heaven and hell
Angels will fight demons on earth; and you will be an essence who dwells
Everything will change; as God’s army abolishes sin
It is coming close; and heaven will prosper; as everyone proceeds with the godliest men.

God; pious with divinity; Andrew James Flores; pious with divinity; we are both the same as you can tell; caught in ripples
He has made everything; I will make the future; we are both interchangeable; yet never mistake our identities; for I am Andrew James Flores; as-well as....

The God of Israel.

Vs.

..A lot of people ask me who I am....
..There's multiple ways to answer that question....
..Ehem....
..let me try to explain it to you....

***

I'm a serpent that was supposed to be bound away for centuries,
In a penetentiary for being the illest entity,
They tried to cure my sickness but couldn't find a remedy,
So they tentatively locked me up for spitting chemically,
When I'm near mercury and alchohol it shakes in thermometers,
Breakin barometers and a dick erection that takes kilometers,
Causin comets to burst and rapin little girls multiple times,
A mouth full of elements and diabolical rhymes,
A mic full of lines and a head that's multi-dimensional,
An unconventional lyrical spiritual interval,
The world's fate seemed disastrous when heard in the prophecies,
Extremely calamitous, even the illest of serpents talk to me,
I know one that knew Adam and Eve, and one from Greek Mythology,
They taught me toxicology while I taught them to speak philosophy,
I attack social psychology while I spit ideology,
Ripping anthology modestly developing high technology,
With a technique that's intangible, so watch in awe with me,
I eat uncooked animals like cannibals so your not as raw as me,
I'm off the chain, I'm a heartless beast with a darkened brain,
Far from insain, cause I'm so untame that I can't be constrained,
Not maintained, suicidal thoughts are hard to be abstained,
So ominous, even my ordinary side is unexplained,
Delirious, serious, fuck I'm not for fun and games,
Only entertained, when I spill a vein and the blood is stained.

***

Just caused paralysis and I'm beginning to amputate,
Hearin you palpitate while I salivate and strangulate,
A beast with scales, if you agitate I'll castigate,
I calculate, if you begin feeling ill it means the poison has activate,
I'm so cold, even when I spit fire I leave you with chills,
Defeatin my skills is like OD'in and tryna secrete the pills,
I'm unique and ill, rhymes are inhabited by prognostication,
I see your deprivation of lyrical illustration as an implication,
That your dissipatin while I'm spittin incantations in indignation,
My stabilization is a obviously a fabrication,
Regeneratin and harmlessly takin radiation while my brain is phazin,
I'll take mace in my face and say 'Thanks, this is the taste I've been cravin!'
I commit rape on a daily basis to break in a lady's places,
Change into my regular form and drain you until your dried up like a raisin,
I contaminate you with rhymes as I please, depicted as boisterous rappin,
I breathe illness and disease, spit poison and famine,
Even a poisonous dagger stabbed in the back of my skin causes inaction,
Sin's abstraction causes a chain reaction of famine and dissatisfaction,
To enemy's distractions, simply subtracted like mathematic transaction,
My intensity slash density results in hypersensitivity reaction,
An afflicted curse, killin in hospital beds like a wicked nurse,
I only spill rhymes to release the building venom, so when I spit it hurts,
My stomache is filled with toxic fluid so if my hip twists it bursts,
Filled with a curse, to deplete your soul until your spirit thirsts.

***

I'm not a serpent to be charmed, I'm a serpent that charms humanity,
With demonic plans in me and a bomb armed and implanted in me,
Causing instant catastophe which follows when I spit systematically,
I flip your mentality, filled with mental acrobatics in me,
Tactfully unleashing wrath in me, I use alchemy to burn your family,
Damaging amnesty, so dark that I even bring agony to fantasies,
Verses only end fatally, assaults that attack you painfully,
Someone's bound to get hit like I'm ejaculating aimlessly,
Consistently writing in calligraphy, conscience filled with complicity,
A beast with agility to quickly steal your virginity,
After killing divinities, I've realized no combatant's a match for me,
Gradually spilling my wrath to show rap my capacity,
Substantially, gifted and spitting while shifting the galaxy's gravity,
My anatomy's fit lyrically naturally since before my tragic depravity,
Passively filling you with cavities while causing atrophy passably,
Rapidly sanity is becoming more absent in me,
I swallow you whole, then I regurgitate with acidic contents,
Prolific sonnets constantly spilling out of my mouth like liquid vomit,
I try to quiet my state, but I lie with hate when I hibernate,
Even when tranquilized, the chaos never ceases to try to escape,
I choke you with your own hair until your soul can't forbear,
And kill you before the lord can hear a word of your own prayer,
I devour your lyrics playfully, a snake in a state of latency,
There's no escapin my fate, it's fatally too late for me..

***

...And that's who I am..
..Now you you know..

..And that's all she wrote..

[Lindel]

LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE

[New Jessica Alba Sig / Jessica Alba / J.Alba Quick Thing]

Oh, the poor Gal Was Great Til Ye 'Shopped Away!! Stop- don't push Out A Tape & Collage Ya Name!!..
'cause Rapping Lame as your Graphics K? either way you won't drop an "Alba Making 'em Want To Bang"!!

[Nas Sig / Quick Biggie Smalls Signature]

Hey!

Jim Glockz Is Pretty Clean!! study his GFX before Pics Crop n' Sigs Drop which Diss Nas & Biggie Please!!
If Not? we'll see Ribs Popped With Sini's Teeth "tearing Kar' heart apart" like Rick Ross In Skinny Jeans!!-

'til we see "Car'cass & bone", like he Decided To Lose His Virginity!! ALAS. Vagina Refuses Him Instantly!!
such a Bitch- If We ask K Why you ain't in pussy? he'll reply, "False" while Applying A Lubricant Literally!!

Due to "irrelevant set-ups + schemes": any K Flip Or Punch Is A Downer & Clips're Bust At Him Outward!!
I'm gassin on Kar 'cause a Shell Gets 'Em Pumped- as the man decides to "Fill Err Up Within Counters"!!

[Filler Up With Encounters]

Arteries Stop As Fangs Sink In K Deep- 'til this "fruit Kar Been Ate" like Sparkling Squash & Grape Drinks!!
Start Wiki On This Page Link & They've Seen- the only Place We, can find that Kar Niggie's Topping J.P!!

Bye

Vs.

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

[Lindel]

Arthur

The man is named Arthur, a man who shows no love for man-kind – he lives about life with a manic mind
The savage kind that laughs at your cries, and is glad if you died – he’s truly an evil mad hatter by design
He’s a business man living on an island hosting five hundred and five – so everyone knows his havoc ways
But setting foot on that airplane that had been delayed – they wouldn't know - what would happen that day..

Arthur had arrived on the plane with a smug on his face – all because his private departure was late
He sat on the back seat - opposite of where the flight attendant should be – so she’d have to walk back and forth through the lane
“Is my coffee ready yet”!? He yelled across the plane in disdain – not caring about the dismay of the lady who served him
“Coming right away sir” – she said with pain in her words – wishing he wouldn't treat her like a slave or a servant!

5 Hours have passed since Arthur has been on the plane – now he's drinking champagne and writing down notes
But not for his job – No – he’s writing down quotes – so his arsenal of mass verbal weaponry grows
“The people of my island are all idiots – so after this trip – I'll leave with my riches and give nothing to them”
Well maybe the mayor – I’ll leave him a prayer – where he turns to vapors or chokes on his phlegm!”

Suddenly while writing – Arthur hears a loud noise – which falters his poise - and sends him in distress
“What was that sound, you better tell me right now, land this plane on the ground!!” - Arthur yells very upset!
Next thing you know – the engine combusts into flames - This must be the reason the flight was delayed!
(Pilot) “Brace for impact – we are going to crash - God I haven’t been bad - save me with your grace!!!!”

*CRASH*

The plane crashes face first on a deserted island – killing the flight attendant - and pilot in the cockpit
But out of the rubble comes Arthur – injured and noxious – glad that he's survived this violent process
“That was a close call, but my left arm is fractured – and my forehead is bleeding faster and faster
I must find a medical kit – for tissue and making a splint – he quickly thinks looking at the disaster

Scouting the plane – Arthur finds the supplies he needs to survive – and nurtures himself back to good health
“Where am I exactly”? He says to himself – I better find a radio and call for some help
Yet he finds nothing but debris and ash from the plane, so he tries to call from his cellular phone
But there’s no signal in these vast parts unknown, as he looks around to realize…he’s alone

Finally...

"Finally! I'm free from every human being!" Arthur screams ecstatically while running on white sand
"I'm free from all imbeciles, simpletons, and infidels" - he screams following a maniacal laugh
But as soon as Arthur's celebration is finished - he realizes just what that really means
It means that as long as he's stuck on this desolate island - not a single soul will ever be seen!

This can't be...

"This can't be!" Arthur cries in denial - "It's only me on this island? That I just can't believe!"
He scours day and night for someone alive – passing through vines and coconut leaves
Finding no-one – he shades himself with a tree to hide from the blistering sun - and sits idly on a stone
Looking deep into the Ocean with his mind Trapped in a zone - he wishes that he was - safely back home

5 months pass and Arthur is running out of of hope - he doesn't want to live here - melancholic and broke
For being alone had damaged his soul - but changed him into an actual human being with a pulse
"I'm sorry - I just want to go home" he says everyday - " I promise I'll never have hate or anger displayed"
As he walks devil's sand with a coconut in his hand - he begins to kneel down and give God his praise..

That's it...

"That's it"! As Arthur finishes praying - his mind sparks revelation - so he gets up and sprints towards the plane
Looking in a craze - he finds the tools he was rummaging for - a pen, paper and empty bottle of champagne!
But instead of merely writing "help" on the note - he writes an atonement for everyone on his island - even the Mayor he hated the most
"I'm sorry everyone for my hateful - disgraceful - frivolous quotes - especially you - The Mayor Of My Home!"

Signed, Arthur

And so the bottle is sent out to sea - a bottle atoned - going where the crashing waves take it
Till 5 months later it washes up on a Beach - intact with the note - not broken nor tainted
It's picked up by a man in a suit - who was looking at fish - but the sparkling bottle he couldn't resist!
He opens and reads it - then says while balling a fist - "Wait till' everyone on the island hears about this!"

You're forgiven, Arthur.

Vs.

Evil looms of a tyrant, rumored throughout history as clues of a titan..
'cruel as it's violence pursuing this life and piercing moons with a silence',
haunting whispers deafen sounds in depths of a nether dimension
'sharper than water, more silent than air and spread through every ascension
be it thy deadliest message it comes stalking every death that it beckons,
one swing of his scythe bellows blistering sighs vexed with a vengeance,
'tis the black maw of hexes embellished with hellish elements of malevolence;
turn a regiment to excrement in tourniquets' merciless' deception's testaments;
put the world in detriments with my mind that is desolate spewing pestilence,
blood'll leak through your pours as you feel grue, turned blue; fueling an exodus,
gifts that're demonically inclined unearthing; stewing the fumes as an exorcist,
drew from its crevices... stains blanketing floors with sin and bewildering whims;
thou ecliptic doom be an arisen wound lay on a hilt of their kin;
chills in the wind lay siege; hate breeds; pining the kill of a king;
bound in the beginning; "o' heartless one.. the city of Tarsis' son",
bringer of death, the linger of heaven, hell and the Darkest sun,
from harlots and charlatans put in eternal slumber's artist dun -
to the chilled still of a witches tongue lay a grim hindered love,
wind's churn a withered curse; loosening grips of shivered burns;
those that have blamed plague made waste of their coveted omen,
loveless, ferocious; lusting and hopeless as a plummeting crow brinks,
foreshadowing logic; "non compos mentis"; being thee ominous retribution,
calm as I lessen illusions of lies fusing inside a crucifix of gruesome alignments;
awry with chaos, disorder, I crave God's adornments; A misplaced arch of lordship,
bellowing through ancient; seeping through every crack of pavement,
witness the sky fall ashes of cataclysm that ever-last evisceration,
silhouettes of my doppelganger's constantly follow you, all of you,
embedded within every one of your souls, driven 'till your call of truth,
you beckon thee among exit scenes, I now come as this pawn in rouge,
slaying every one faux in lieu of the throne, this is you who has chose,-
every sickly woe in the folds of eternity that emerges the queue of penumbra;
summoning every apparition's gloom, set forth wickedness; strew with it's comer,
you lay under my cover of night, storms churn for me as I am the drummer of blight,
cometh o' might which not even a God to attest thee; unleashing vortexes funneling light...
Death shall begin as I awaken bringing fires to rages, squires in faceless dismay,
ashes will be o' the coming of all beckoned courageous; decayed; for this place,
where rigor mortis be laid, rooted from the stems of history traced in the graves...

-

Vs.




Are You Not Brave / Writing exercise / L.N.

~

Last night I had a crazy dream, not even half of it good though
I must preface by saying, I'm in love - don't worry, this is far from a Love Note
Lola Nash is her name, but back to the dream, a land of lakes and twisting brooks
An orphic place of Luring Numinous, from Lea's Neverending, to Labyrinthine Nooks
I was in the tavern, diffidently sipping mead from a faux-golden cup
Languishing Noticeably, when I was suddenly approached by the Local Nut
There this ogre stood with his oafish mug - gawking at me, saying squat
Then - a tremendous belch, I Laughed Noisily, coughed and gave him a Lazy Nod
He sat besides me ... "Listen Neighbor, might you part with any extra fairy-dust"?
This made me a Little Nervous, but the portly fellow couldn't be Less Nefarious
I untwisted a Lachrymiform Napkin, and gave him a pinch of effervescent matter
"Bless you Squire ... you ever heard of Lord Niflheim, the Legendary Necromancer?"
Tiring of this Leper's Natter, I was sure i'd run him through in a moment
Be it King, or Queen or Lonely Nomad, I don't have time for Ludicrous Notions
But when he produced a curious amulet, i felt compelled to let him finish
"Take a look" - so i did, 4 Lions, Necks stretched inside a Luminescent Nimbus
"Niflheim gave me this blessed trinket, alas, it can only be used by the brave"
"Hold it in a Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, kneel, and speak Lucifers Name"
I asked, "but what will happen?" - then his jolly smile turned to blackest scorn
Glaring past that Long Nose, that boil-ridden snot-encrusted, Lurching Naricorn
"Are you not brave?" His voice was deep and smooth, it hit me like a sedative
"You should Leave Now" - he seemed less a friendly drunk, more a Lifelong Nemesis
"Oh I am, I'm going to the Butter-Cap Mushroom Patch, would Mister like to come?"
Suddenly the room was icy, misty, as though we were swimming in Liquid Nitrogen
But I could feel the panic rising, that caustic anxiety strumming my throat
"It's alright Squire, follow me" - again, his voice as soft as a Lullabye's Note
I did, it was hard to keep up; an odd sight this plump chap skipping swiftly
Through a forest thick and windy, till there they were, 50 mushrooms Lilting Nimbly
The air was bitter, filmy, I couldn't decide if it was scanty or venomous
I forced a breath anyway, then picked a mushroom from its Lacteous Nebula
It was like a Lingering Nightmare, like viewing the world through smokey glass
I said, "Let's Not do this" ... "But Squire, are you not in love with Lola Nash?"
My heart, it froze, collapsed, I'd so-far helmed my sanity: he capsized the vessel
I felt Limp, Naked, looked at my palm, no mushroom, instead the amulet Lightly Nestled
"Look No further than this - are you not brave? Then you must make the darkest vow"
"In Lucifers Name" - imbued with a shame so wretched, my stomach felt like Lava Now
I knelt, perhaps out of love, perhaps I just wanted this Hell to be finished
Oh ... who am i kidding? I spoke Lucifers Name because I'm a Lecherous Nitwit
Thunder and lightning, the violent roar of the forest ensued, I was helpless
Then i was whisked away through some refulgent conduit, some Luminous Nexus
I awoke abruptly, flustered, I hurdled over my duvet feeling desperate, awful
Later, Nontheless, after a few soporific classes, my day was Lenitive, Normal
But the dream was vivid still, i couldn't wait to get my love alone at last
After the bell rung, I Loitered Nervously, and then I saw her: Lola Nash
I said, with impeccable eloquence, "Sup bitch, how bout we get our freak on"
Her reply was simple but poignant, I think you'll agree: she said, "dream on"

Vs.

UNORTHDOX DRAGON: DRAGON DRAGONIST DRAGON DRAGONIST --
DRAGON DRAGONIST -- OCEAN RIP FLOWS: OCEAN RIP FLOWS
OMNIVORE; OMNIVERSE: CARNIVOROUS WAS TORTURED BY PLANET PLANT
For I AM THE SADDEST SAND: THE SYNTAX OF SYNTAX..
I'm the tortorous demon and devil; semon is reveled
I'm a demented spirit gleaming with metal AS THE DEVIL
For who is there but the PURPLE SUNSET SUN -- CARNIVOROUS DIETY
FOR I AM DIETY: PIETY -- THE PLANT SYSTEM OF ALGORITHM PLANET..
FOR I TORTURED SEERS FOR A BILLION YEARS; BEFORE DYING/DIEING
For who is dying but lying? I AM LYING/LIEING LIKE DIEING -- I AM NOT LIEING -- I AM TELLING A LIE - I WILL NEVER DIE//

The ArchFIEND --

I am nothing; I am something; DEVIL WEARS PRADA ABRACDABRA! I am nothing//
I am something; something; NOTHING; NOTHING; SOMETHING; SOMETHING
I am gargoyle tempest; the bars of dying/dieing love; shine above the RED SUN//
I'm nothing; something; I CARNVOROUS OF ALPHA DAVID; THE SUNSET SUN; THE SUNSET SUN; THE RED SUN; THE DEATH STAR WAS NEVER YOURS SETTLE SCORE METAL WARS//
I'm nothing and something; the devilish horn was nothing; so was you
I'm nothing; and something; suffering of eagles and steeples; the suffering of steeples
I'm the american eagle; the settle scores of metal swords
SEMON DRAWN -- ECHELON -- EON

AJ THE MENACE --

I'm the nether dimension; THE FEATHER DIMENSION -- THE FEATHER ASCENSION//
THE FEATHER ASCENSION -- THE FEATHER ASCENSION -- THE CARNVIOROUS SINUS INFECTION//
PIOUS ASCENSION -- RIGHTEOUS ASCENSION -- KINDNESS ASCENSION -- A FISH'S ASCENSION//
I'm the KILLING OF SIRENS AND SEERS WITH THE IRIS OF IDRIS AND SEER; FOR I AM A SEER FROM THE EYES OF STEEPLE CATHEDRAL BESIEGING NEEDLE; SHARP AS A THOUGHT LIKE KILLING OF NEATHEDERALS; I'm "KILLING GULLOTINES' LIKE KILLING GULLOTINES; I'm SOARING THROUGH SKIES; LIKE SUPERMAN AFTER A FUCKING WORKOUT; HAHAHAHA!!

The ArchFIEND --

I'm the murderous rapture; the raptor; the raptor; the raptor;
THE RAPTOR; THE RAPTOR; THE RAPTOR: THE RAPTOR: THE RAPTOR
I'm the RAPTOR; THE RAPTOR: THE RAPTOR: THE RAPTOR; THE RAPTOR
I'm killing gullotines like flying gullotines; the smitereen gullotine; I'm killing guollotines like swords of might; course will die like apple PIE

AJ The Menace -

I'm TORTORUS FLOWS: THE TORTORUS FLOWS: THE TORTOROUS FLOWS: THE TORTOROUS FLOWS//
MORTAR STRIKE LIKE MORTAR STRIKE: THE HORSE/HOARSE WILL DIE LIKE OCEAN RIP FLOWS//
I'm the NETHER DIMENSION;; A FISH'S ASCENSION: A FISH'S ASCENSION -- A FISH'S ASCENSION//
I'm KILLING INVENTIONS LIKE BEAR TRAPS; I'M KILLING INVENTIONS LIKE BEAR TRAPS//
I'm NOT A FUCKING CUNT: ZUNT ZUNT ZUNT; ZUNT ZUNT ZUNT//
THE SUNSET SUN WAS SOUGHT FROM CREMATION WITH SEDATION -- SEDATION//

The ArchFIEND --

I'm KILLING MORSEL SOURCE; THE KILLING MORSEL SOURCE: I'M KILLING MORSEL SOURCE//
I'm the systematic morsel like systematic morsel; the killing endorphins//
I'm killing endorphins like horsemen headbutting horsemen//
I'm killing seas; and the sea breeze; the sea breeze; the sea breeze/
I'm nothing; and something
I'm nothing and something


I'm the MORTAR STRIKE: THE MORTAR STRIKE: I SOUGHT CZAR ZING! CZAR ZING!!
CONQUER ROMAN EMPIRE'S WITH A DAGGER: I AM THE DESCENDANT AND ASCENDANT OF LAGGER//
I'm the conquer of parasite's; THE PARASITE'S MULTIVERSES TERMITE SLAVES: SLAVERY
THE SLAVERY OF TERMITE SLAVES LAST FOR A ZILLION YEARS: THE PARASITE'S CONQUERED EMPIRE'S
I AM A TERMITE SLAVE WITH BURNING SLAVERY//
MAYBE WHEN I MAKE A MISTAKE I'LL URN MY BRAVERY//

The ArchFIEND --

I sought music than sought purtrid; stupid parasite//
I conquered music with purtrid music; sought parasite//
For parasite was humbled pie; the night/knight in shinning armor/
I conquered platoons and plateaus with the night/knight in shinning armor//
For I am the lincoln memorial; the sink of deplorable//
I sought music from putrid than *ATE* like the music video//
For who are you but the last 2 bars//
FUCK YOU//

AJ The Menace --

I sought music; FOUND PARADISE; THE AIR/HEIR OF NIGHT/KNIGHT; THE SHARE OF SLICE//
A pair of pies for this fucking guy; I am a parasite in paradise; conquering empire's//
I sought sire; sought DIRE: I am dire strength; the PARASITE OF HORSEMEN//
I CONQUERED HORSEMEN WITH RAGING DRAGONS AND ASCENDED RED WAGONS//
I'm the sought of eyes; the multi-verse; I AM A OMNIVERSE//
FOR WHITE AND BLACK HAD A HEART ATTACK WHEN MEETING A RAINBOW//

The ArchFIEND --

I'm the art of war; the sought of scorn; THE SOUGHT OF SCORN//
I'm THE SOUGHT OF SCORN: THE BENEVOLENT HORNS//
I'm the BENEVOLENT HORNS: THE AZIATIC of PENMANSHIP'/
THE AZIATIC OF PENMANSHIP'; THE AZIATIC OF PENMANSHIP''//
For these are the last two bars; like 4 bars#I"MNOTING//
FOR I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING; I am something//
I am something and nothing; the succulent strawberry//
I am strawberry KOOL AID: LEMONADE (LEMON AID)//

AJ THE MENACE --

I SOUGHT SCORN: I HAVE ADAM AND EVE WITH ELEPHANT STOMP//
THE CELEBAITE FUCK: HAD A CELIBATE FUCK: THE HELLISH SUN//
I'm the taunting and haunting of the ARCHFIEND; CARVE NICHE''//
POP STICKS LIKE SCOOTERS THAN POP WHIPS LIKE DRIVE BYS//
For I am nothing and something; the solemn of the rapture//
I am nothing and something; THE RAVENOUS RAPTOR: RAPTURE//

The ArchFiend --

I'm the sought music; the concubine music; the solemn of the rapture//
I'm the solemn of the rapture; the adapter//
I conquered platoons and plateas of night/knight angel//
I'm the night/knight angel; the light angel//
I'm the sought of scorn; the BENEVOLENT HORNS//
THE CELIBATE FUCK WAS SUCCULENT SUN//
For I am evertyhing and nothing; the succulent sun//
THE SUCCULENT SUN; RUMMAGGING ONE: THE SUCCULENT SUN//

AJ The Menace --

I'm the archipelago seas; the disease of the rapture; the raptor//
I'm the raptor; the rapture; THE SEAS OF CHANGE: THE SEAS OF CHANGE//
I'm the archipelago seas; THE SEAS OF CHANGE: OCEAN WAVES//
DEVOTION WAVES: POTION REIGN/RAIN LIKE THE OCEANS' SOAKEN WET/
For I am the demter of reason; the besiger of greed//
I KILLED THE SHARP GREEN GRASS; THAT WAS ADAM AND EVE//

The ArchFIEND --

I'm a conniving fox; that JEDI MOCK; LIKE SPOCK//
I Killed your IQ with the serious theory; which was true//
I'm killing demeter's reason; the intrigue of season//
In the night in shinning armor I KILLED KARMA//
I'm the death of brigade; the death of the waves//
I'm the night/knight in shinning armor; the primal rage//
I'm the night/knight in shinning armor; the blinded karma//
INFINITE RAGE LIKE STIFF IN A CAGE; I'm the primal rage//

AJ THE MENACE --

I'm toting automatics; like bombing spastic; CONQUER REGIMES//
OPULENT SOVERIGN SHIEK: POPULACE ZING! POPULACE KING!
I conquer regimes with populace shiek; I am the prostrated ZING!?/
I KILLED ZILLIONG OF ANGELS AND DEMONS: A HALO IS SCREAMING//
I'm conquering towns and cityscapes; GRIFFINS SCRAPE THE LANDSCAPE//
I CONQUERED THE ISAAC WHICH WAS SACRIFICIED TO ABRHAHAM//

The ArchFIEND --

I conquered the aziatic; the bombing spastic; the bombing spastic; the bombing spastic//
I CONQUERED AZIATIC; with bombing spastics; bombing spastics//
I conquered mathamatics; MOS DEF PIECE OF SHIT//
I KILLED ZILLIONS OF ANGELS AND DEMONS WITH A HALO IS SCREAMING//
I CONQUERED PLATOONS AND PLATEAUS OF GREECE AND MICE//
I KILLED A ZILLION SOLDIERS WITH ASIAN LIGHT//

AJ The Menace --

I'm toting autmatics; bombing spastic; SERENE ZING! I CONQUERED PLATOOONS//
SOUGHT SOON: SOUGHT JUNE: BORN ON OCTOBER 26,1995 -- the DIVINE CHRIST//
I SOUGHT OCEAN FLOWS FROM THE SUN: BURNED THE RAGEOUS OCEANS TO A CRISP//
FOR I AM RIPPED LIKE A FUCKING TRICERATOPS WORKING OUT FROM HIS SPOUT//
FOR I SPEW WATER NAUGHT PESTILENCE: THE SLAUGHTER OF THE RESIDENT//
I AM A PRESIDENT: THE ASCENDANT AND DESCENDANT OF ABHARHAM//
FOR I GO HAM LIKE *CUTTING THE CHEESE* -- A KNIFE SLICING THE HOTTEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD -- MY BREATH//
FOR I SOUGHT SCORN FROM BENEVOLENT HORNS; THAN SOUGHT MALVOLENT HORNS//

THE ARCHFIEND --

I SOUGHT MALVOLENT HORNS THAN SOUGHT THE DEVIL; THE DEVIL'S WEARS PRADA//
I sought de nada; I SOUGHT THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING: AND BUILDING//
FOR I AM 911; I SOUGHT SCORN: THAN SOUGHT HORNS//
I CAUGHT HORNS; I CAUGHT SCORN: I CAUGHT Horns//
I CAUGHT HORNS; I CAUGHT SCORN: I AM BENEVOLENT BREAD//
I SAID 4 more bars like head//
I SAID I'm *DEAD*//
I'm the scorn of livable life//
I said I am the height of height//

[Lindel]

THE HEBREW SONG..
Oh’ Red Dragon, Red Dragon; beneath your birth there is a dangerous birth from the heavens
There is a green snake from the garden of eden; he harbors a demons to make your jargon screaming
This Red Dragon loves and adores killing demons and hellspawns; under his wings are tortured demons
Red Dragon, Oh’ Red Dragon; the devil is watching you; with the sharpness of your wings he’s clever
Red Dragon, Oh’ Red Dragon; there is a demon far greater than you; with green wings
The devil cries tears of joy for your death; with tongues and demon horns
He is waiting on hell’s fiery cauldron; with a pitchfork to torture and kill you
Red Dragon, Oh’ Red Dragon; he watches you kill demons every days
He is waiting for you on hell’s cauldron; with his demons to torture you
He will torture you for forty days and forty nights; than kill you
He is the devil on hell’s cauldron; he has a pitchfork and demons
For you hear cries; but beneath ‘HELL” there is screaming
Seer -
‘Beneath the besieger of good and evil; ‘LIE’ A BEAST
Who makes time stand still; when he breathes
I am the snake of the garden of eden; I harbor a demon; my jargon is screaming
I love when the dragon kills demons; it quenches my thirst
I love the garden of eden; i love heaven
I love when he kills demons and sends them to heaven
I remember when I was a angel in heaven; good as day
I loved that I was God’s favorite; God’s favorite angel
I love God with all my heart and soul; he is good
I love heaven with all my heart and soul; it is good
I love angels and demons; they are my heart
I LOVE hell; it is my world
I see through the wings of this dragon; destruction
I am the devil; and I will punish him for sinning in HELL
David and Goliath -
Radiant suntowers hold honesty in brick and mortar; onyx and alabaster radiant glass
The mass of hope and justice; the hope of christianity; in the valves of deep conjures of time
Brilliant beasts of leper seals; snakes and serpents; conjuring black magic in attack sabbath
Attack sabbaths, mammoths of brilliant attack sabbaths; conjuring black magic with white magic
Holding honesty in the bird of a feather; birds of a feather flocking forever in adventure endeavors
Mammoths of brown skin die from baby saber tooth tigers; baby saber tooth was hungry and famished
Yet; if the mammoth saw the baby saber tooth hunting before the attack; sadness cries
For the mammoth would impale the baby sabertooth on his tusk; than send him to hell
One day, David; a valiant prophet and poet was wandering Israel with a slingshot
He cowered in the sun’s rays before hand; waiting for Goliath to come and make day
David ate famished and hungry; slung his slingshot metaphorically at Goliath the triumph
Goliath ate the sands of time; wondering when he was going to to battle David in war
David entered the colliseum with bewilderment; what was going to happen? God knows
For God knows all; and planned Goliaths downfall down the valves of hell
Both faced each other in a bloodbath of morality; David killed Goliath with a stare
David had a plan; it was God’s plan in judgement; david killed Goliath before he slung his rock
David slung his slingshot; and hit Goliath in the head
Yet! Goliath is a strong warrior; and crushed David with his arms and hands
THE END
THE END
THE END
I am wayward lost on board of Noah’s Ark; flow apart the oceans dark
I am a wayward animal from the depths of hell; breaths inhale and exhale
From the lost valves of time and space; time’s erased
For the chasm of life is to tarnish grace; harness grace from time’s erase
From the flow of time and space; dragons and serpents hunted animals
We besieged the time and space; lost time and space; time’s erased
Flowed from the valves of hell; summoned suns from the lost times of space
For when there are demons swimming in a sea of hell; devils with pitchforks plunge darkness into Light
For once I was aboard Noah’s Ark; I saw signs of light and peace
There were animals in the midst of storms; time shared gumption with peace
Animals of dark besiege saw congruent precious past time to persuade the edge of a dagger
For dragons killed animals in the dimension of Noah’s Ark; flowed apart
For I am a demon from hell as-well; harnessing gumption
For when there was a time when animals escaped the floods of hell; they died in flooded waters and went to hell with demons
For there is a time and place for every time; a time and space for destiny
A time and place for pristine water streams; a time and place for serene palaces
Heaven’s Gates opened the seven seas of peace and hell; the hell of a gluttonous kingdom
For where there is a time and place for torture there is a time and place for love
For when I was aboard Noah’s Ark with my peaceful animals
Where they at peace with themselves? When demons from the seas of hell destroyed the Ark and killed the animals
For where I was a boy; I loved the animals of the forrest sycamore trees
I loved the mouth of the sky; I loved the mouth of the sky
In the return of demons and devils; I saw his mouth move with a basilisk tongue
He destroyed demons and devils? He protected and destroyed animals and gluttonous kingdoms
For when I was aboard Noah’s Ark; I saw the edge of blade from a demon animal
I saw the edge of a blade of a demon animal; make my mother squeal
For here I am; on board Noah’s Ark; with a pig and giraffe
Laughing at darkness; seaing what’s bright
Time for Frightful Power! Teeth chew ligaments and tendons break, chest is scraped with Freddy's claws and knives this hour!
I Gouge your eyes with pliers! Ock Get out! or I'll have this *cock stretched out* when he's hung by his dick from the Eiffel Tower!
Toss you in pots of sexual men who start digging within your targeted asshole with balls, bobby pins, darts n sausage's!
Have your arms sawed off you bitch! N his name is * Sin*, so I'll put a crucifix through his chest, just to cross his heart for him!
He's going for Kleenex as the lotion he's squeezing! Jacking off? But I switched it with acid, now his Penis his Peeling
Call the Popo to the precinct! Because he's choked with no breathing! After I *drowned this fagget* in an Ocean of Semen!
Throw him in a cage of pandas till his asshole is raped and battered, then teach the bears a brand new trick!
Damn Dudes Sick !, when I order to grab duke quick! Then open his penis hole, to shove in bamboo sticks!
My hate is confirmed! Your scraped with a firm knife till all I see tangling from your face is some nerves!
Stereotypes? This Asian Will Learn! When I feed his body to my dogs! I guess the tables have turned!
Tie this fagget with lean wire, then open his abdomen with a chainsaw, jagged knife and three pliers!
Have him scorned in pain, torn, in shame! Then have his *Lungs Scorched in flames*, just so this "Dragon' could Breathe FIre!
Watch this monster go - A Colossal foe ripping Apo's 'Skeleton from his body' - Just to give his dog a bone!
And after my Dragon's Maw tears apart your carcass bro - I'll etch 'Rest In Pieces' on your heart of stone!
We'll battle one on one in parts unknown - You won't give me a 'death stare' when I have your face torn!
When there's bad weather and the rain pours - I'll 'peel off your scalp' - so you'll endure an acid brain storm!
Think you'll reign again? - But we'll see the 'shell of your former self' - when this knife scrapes your skin!
It'll cost you an 'arm and a leg' when I amputate your limbs - and my scissors'll 'cut through your frame'...
just to show it's paper thin!
When I 'bury you in catacombs' - I'll have you caving in - my army knife will slice open your stomach in this land of do or die!
I'll have you brutalized with the plans I utilize - Cus I'll 'hang you with your own intestines' - to make it look like an act of suicide!
When I 'blast arms' - you won't get a weapon up! - I'll pry your mouth apart and 'feed you' sevral slugs!
He'll turn into a coward when I dissect his guts - Cus' after I'll 'Drown This Fagget' in AIDS Infected Blood!
My killings are that tragic - and I'll use 'black magic' to resurrect your corpse - just to kill you again in the local morgue!
Visit your tombstone and slice your throat open with both my swords - So I can strum 'The Graveyard Symphony' - on your vocal cords!
I’ll kill your manifest destiny; I have avision sentence; in this duel of wits; this faggot would wish on a prayer like a pacifist//
SURROUND AND STICK..because my bars will ‘’end life’’ like a death row prison sentence//
Try to rumble with me; you can-i-bus nut; you’re nothing/nuthin’ like king of the dot..and ILLMACULATE CONCEPTION//
This faggot is erection; I’ll total the planet with wholesome and granite, like the barbershop cortet//
You’re nothing and something like a fucking marine; sedated and shit//
ABRASION AND SPLIT// I’ll SEAL lyfe after he see’s the light..like GOD DESTROYING THE EARTH ON THE FIRST DAY//
VOMIT WITH WORDPLAy..I’m dominant;.even if your longbars are longer than mine//
I’ll shatter your spine;; bandit of rhymes;; splashing your nine to pieces of bread//wine//
So quit thinking your in my battle class, faggot ass/
BEFORE I END LYFE LIKE DEATH//




The Conundrum Gallows of Hell --

The black vortex plummets iron devils and demons into screaming
I am screaming at the top of my lungs; I sung songs of ascendance
I am a descendant of heaven and hell; sentences melt from the vain of compel
I am a dungeon dragon; the sunken HARDSHIP was a SPACESHIP
For I am the conundrum gallows of hell; torturing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as I ejaculate in a succubus than suck the wind
I am the demon from another level; the dungeon dragon
Fireballs scatter the blue terrain with the eyes of pain
I am the demon and devil; torturing demons and devils
Semon is reveled; as a fuck a hundred succubus's with rummaging..

Sin -

I am SIN..the conundrum gallows of HELL..hell's scorching flames
The scorching flames blue/blew terrain; scorching flames
Hell's fire scorn flames from earth; the burning girth
I am the worthless purpose of a serpent of EAZEN
I'm torturing demons and devils; semon is reveled
A pitchfork is metal; I have the demons as puppets like gepetto
For I am a demon and devil; sinning in the dark abyssal depths of HELL
I am demon and devil torturing demons and devils; ALIEN..

Lust -

I am fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
Ballad of will; RAPE and scorching flames; Hell's scorching flames
Hell's scorching flames; I am bludgeoned plummeting earth into oblivion
Scintalltioned destiny; the precipice of humanity was IN HELL..
For I am fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
The BALLAD OF WILL..blood was spilt on the canvas of SKILL
For I am a demon and devil; semon is reveled
The GARDEN OF EDEN WAS REVELED WHEN I FUCKED EVE AS THE DEVIl..

Fight -

I am a demon and devil; fucking succubus's with rummagging talent and SKILL
THE BALLAD OF WILL; demons and devils run in another dimension of BULLYING
The duel of SHIP; the slaveship of humanity; the **slaves** of HELL
RAPE COMPEL; VAIN COMPEL; humanity was tortured by GOD
For I am the yellow rod of facade'; destiny's humanity
I cause' calamaties to families it's a trajedy with casualty
FOR I AM A DEMON AND DEVIL; A ALIEN WITH DECIET..

-- FOR WHO COULD FORSEE IN THERE CRYSTAL BALL BUT THE EYES OF A ALIEN DEMON?


Vs.

The crimson-gold entrance of a restaraunt captured my attention; passing by the scent, this blast of vibrant senses
Inhaling the incense of fresh, steamy rice served with fish-fillet, I visioned trays; alas, the finest dishes!
But not a dollar by my pockets- thus, I plopped beside the curb as my mouth watered; I was starvin'
Shorn of penny in hand- then came a brilliant plan, to taste those succulent specials of Robert's China Garden..

..Or whatever the name of this asian eatery! So I came in sneakily- that is, until a waitress seated me
Saying, "Be at ease! You don't have to pay immediately," amazing me with how I'd reached a buffet this easily
Before she gave a drink to me, with great indecency- I left my table to grab a plate to take in secrecy
Trays of great cuisines in reach- the sizzling oysters, steaming beef and crab legs had changed my day infeasibly!

I picked out elegant arrangements of won-tons, coconut shrimps, and even found a seasoned flounder platter
Torn decisions of foreign dishes; will it be the orange chicken- or pork and ribs with sweet-and-sour batter?
In the midst of a mental conflict, my eyes flickered toward the sushi section for a second and suddenly, I froze-
Were my eyes decieved? No- I could see, it was wrapped in rice indeed: a god-damn California roll.

* * *

That little taste of deliciousness in roasted seaweed; the sight was like a girl in remote Tahiti with no bikini
The fact that it lay still untouched, freshly-wrapped amidst the countertops without notice was so demeaning
I darted toward it, people shouting, "Slow the fuck down!" but now- my lungs found the aroma of kung pao stir fry
So I spun around to follow it saying, "I'll save the roll for last," as I'd come across this calamari seafood delight!

While gathering octopus- I was dazzled by Foo Young galore; piling my plate, leaving room for no more
My eyes glued to the potstickers coated in soy sauce mixtures and Chow Mein, as if I'd never seen a noodle before
Caught up in embellished dela***ies; a faint forgetfulness descended upon the entree I'd in store for last
The roll, alas! I leaped forward, dashing across the floorboard toward the sushi- until I felt a shoulder tap

A man said, "I'm sorry, but you've made too much of a ruckus," snatching the plate from where my fingers gripped
I lunged at my luncheon- but fell on my stomach as he pulled back, and knocked me out the door with a single kick
There I was once again, on the curb with my mouth watering; forever banned from this place 'till I turned old
But I promised myself; one day, I would sneak in again and get my hands on that god-damn California roll.


I remember the innocent sparkle that glimmered so subtle under the Northern Lights; your sapphiren eyes
Oblivious to the cold, we'd play, scurrying through the snow, each day; embracing Boreas' frozen paradise
Life-long companions, venturing amidst the blisterin' blizzards, held together strong by empathy's zealous ties
We'd oathed never to leave eachother's side; lives even death couldn't seperate, as energy never dies

I remember we thought we were ageless and undying; protected by the bond of immortal vows
It was until one night, when a song of sadness and lament drifted amongst the air carried by mournful howls
We'd followed its broken-hearted tune through mountainous expanse, as suddenly the sound of silence sung;
That striking stillness I'll never forget, when a dog's figure loomed over his companion's, who's time had come

I remember its head in the fur of its fallen brethren, as it let go a weathered belief, that never he'd leave
We came to it and shared its sorrow; accompanied its misery, and as the moonlight shone, together we'd grieved
We let little shimmering tear drops embrace the mountainside's earth; let our woes brandish into stone
Imagining how the two brothers used to run and play like us; just a couple wolves dancing in the snow

-

I remember luxuriant stories we'd tell; how Elysian Fields' golden gates awaited us beyond the Northern Star
'O Sparkling beacon, we chased to the Arctic region's farthest reaches, determined to find utopia no matter how far
Our feet were driven forward with scuttled pursuit; painted in our mind like a portrait, this wonderful view
Envisioning lands of warmth; greens that contrasted to the sheets of white, which flourished in colorful hues

I remember we aged and our souls became weary; still, we searched this land far from home, long departed
But we grew old, and we grew tired; so my journey with you to utopia had come to an end, but not forgotten
I could see you dieing, and we both knew a trickling flicker of life would soon put your sapphiren eyes to rest
You promised me we would meet again, whether it life or death, then you died with your final breath

So I put my head in your fur, my fallen brethren; howling as the moonlight shone, giving you a tenderly kiss
Whispering in your ear, one last oath; that I would meet you in utopia, where your energy lives
Little shimmering teardrops embraced the frosted earth, as I let my woes brandish into stone
and I remembered how we used to run and play, each day.. just a couple wolves dancing in the snow


Vs.

Dear Julius,

brick by brick, wall by wall, the empire is rebuilt, eyes narrow like a constricted maze
got our livin slaves switchin pace, cuz they're scared of thee and his vindictive claims
we are the modern day romans, an aristocrat society, belying thee which lies beneath
our lively streets, no facts or reasons, so I'm askin the pharoahs how to lead the dynasty
keep your friends close, the enemies distant, cure the sick at a remedies instant
keep the bazaars apart, the guards at arms, and if they die? keep the identities missin
confuse the townfolk, drown hope with a thousand boats, but watch out for rising rings
when you're the finest king, they'll stop at nothin to line your sinks and find your drinks
be built on warfare with a temperant, brush your queens head with horse hair omnipetence
court heirs and sentence them, till you see them fucked while the whores stare in lividness
watch out for tribes of rebellion, knives of assailants, for there is a price tag on your head
they will kill the dream with the guillotines and the high axe to your neck, hows that for effect?
you should fear the omnious violence, all the spears and obvious riots, weird but calmin in silence
let others do your deeds, remember to wash your hands of blood with the spirit of ponitus pilot
and let the noises drown while the ambience rises, start a militia filled with fathers and sinners
an imcompenent mixture of astonishing figues, but play along with the winners with prominent glimmer
let you speak of no danger, live in the sky palace with the wings of an angel, believe in the angles
the people are lethal and need you to dangle, and want to poison your senses like ink to the nasals
spread across vast parts of a nation, act heartless and racist, then reflect in cracked armor and braces
but if you lack karma and patience, then you will be one of the few kings to grasp dramas with basis
be aware of gold horses and less rich, but also think before you decide to force corpses to death's den
assort sources and let spin, be cautious of the plagues of rage and the storms coursin to test this
watch out for your time's Robin Hood, a rival for the lesser, keep your disciples with your septers
so lie first then accept terms, and don't dare deny Christianity if there is a bible in your dressers
and King....you know that you should believe in swords that'll peel your leagues of sorcerers yield
Kill wack troops, wield staffs through, build statues, make sure to do it with reinforcements of steel
be as soft as musicians, but see in your luck like karmas magicians, leave your name carved in a victim
start with a grimace, then behold the power of the youth and raise them up like the Spartan traditions
watch the fam who hope to damn your limbs, the same who just stand and choke your manly glimpse
Stamp your notes with candle lit, and last but not least, watch out for the man who wrote this manuscript


Signed,

Brutus



A mother's natural aura which motioned towards the oceans of FLORA and FAWNER
cured blue hued skin adorned her with fine emulsion poured PURER than WATER
she emotion's author, within scriptures written PICTURES containing EMPATHY
the late entity Decay she slayed with enmity, so Death IS-HER remaining ENEMY
with the energy of an infinity, her affinity was with the ABILITY to REASON
a beckon of hope with thoughts to provoke the TRANQUILITY through SEASONS
fertility and freedom reminiscent of Eden, a content DEITY roams OMNIPRESENT
all events seen by the higher being her peacock eyes DIVINELY glow IRIDESCENT
incandescent flames irradiate the sky's clear, petals PERMEATE the ATMOSPHERE
flocks fly near opals in her hair as ethereal smoke CIRCULATES her HEMISPHERE
only fear is the reaper's leer, so despairs if Grimm appears SNEERING at LIFE
she is where eagles dare to rear wings flared out for STEERING with FLIGHT
trails of kites soaring as butterflies fly alluring her ATTRACTIVELY fine FIGURE
the magic she wizards summons suns, thunder hums, storms ACTIVELY might TRIGGER
as lightning glitters and a mountain jitters at a flicker of her FINGER'S SNAP
bringer of spring, summer's summoner, autumn's dawn meets where WINTER WRAPS
perhaps its the array of rainbows that encapsulate making her POWER so GREAT
hours she takes to manipulate the flow of time, changing FLOWERS growth RATES
yet Death forever waits, ready to rape lady nature, steal AWAY her VIRGINITY
that'll be a Grimm day indeed, but she wont ever let him TAKE her DIVINITY
"It's him or me" she decreed, all she needed was the OPPORTUNITY to AMBUSH
pushed into a game of odds the warring gods had IMPUNITY rule HANDBOOKS
so she looked on page one and at once her face gazed DAZED and IN-AMAZEMENT
the tomb read: "both sides can be ravaged and RAISED for ENTERTAINMENT"
"but any atonement is measurement upon the torment you've CAUSED the OTHER"
she closed the cover, smothered her mouth and uttered "of COURSE... its TOUGHER"
out our mother's eyes rivers raced tears teeming with life's CURRENT FLOW
her nest of feathers blow in the wind, though not one of her SERVANTS CROW
as rows of her fine silk robe rolls behind her, goes LOOSELY in THE BREEZE
with much ease eternal rest's cold sneeze would PROFUSELY make HER FREEZE
she receives a seize from 'The Dark Deceased' which reads: "HAIL the BEAST!"
Today feast, for like us you'll rest in peace, pieced apart by TAILS and TEETH
in 1 week" she shrieks, as its thrown to the feet she UNSHEATHES A-WEAPON
laced in a venom she threatens "I will erase this cretin!" with SEETHED AGGRESSION
now all questioned her with "is this really our holy matron, the PATRON SAINT?"
her state turns hate, all of her vibrant color laid about as STREWN PAINT
now a feint shell of what her awakened self knew, no longer SHAKEN by RULES
all her love taken, nature is forsaken so she rides 4 KRAKENS like MULES
fueled by rage to duel a dark mage in his caged off FORTRESS across OCEANS
fought his court's immortal demon hordes in the dark FOREST of lost POTIONS
with no notions of stopping she was dropping every Orc and GOBLIN in SIGHT
ogre's rocking boulders couldn't hold her, the heart she holds THROBBING to FIGHT
hobbling light robbed creatures squabbling with gnarled FEATURES ADVANCES
she stances with her animal army clans clad in talons, FEATHERS AND LANCES
glancing the field, unwilling to yield she SIGNALS the ELITE AVIAN GUARD
out charged her squawking squads as war EAGLES formed A-FLEET AND-BOMBARD
bombs fall hard but this lands evil army stands to demand AERIAL VICTIMS
picking flesh and skin off any downed bird living, they WERE-REAL CHICKEN
but she wont give-in, as chaos begins to ensue, who stood the GATE KEEPER?
It was Mr.Grimm Reaper a heavily guarded creature, the Demon's GREAT LEADER
deeper in the pack than dared reached, yet she heard how BOLDLY he PREACHED
"Hail The Beast! at least you have reached, now I'll rest your BODY in PEACE"
suddenly she got dragged by a daggered Lich who stabbed her LOWER OBLIQUES
couldn't speak at first, just silent cursed then fell down ON-HER OWN-KNEES
at its belated defeat she rises to her feet and mutters "My SISTERS, BROTHERS
sons, daughters and others. This is likely my last orders, please LISTEN-TO MOTHER
'Atonement is measured upon the torment'" stammers out her last WORDS UTTER
"... caused by the other...". "Yes, a last breath!" death musters at her pale TURNED COLORS
"A rare soul for me to ensnare" but now all glared stares HOVER to-this STRANGER
they all turned to see death was only an amalgamate of MOTHER'S truest NATURE

Vs.



I keep having this dream.....

I'm walking down this long hallway. It is dark but has dim lighting, I can't really tell. It feels like a dream, but my sub conscience wont allow me to make that decision. I believe It's real. This hallway never seems to end.
The walls are in a color I cant quite make out. It's red and blackish but also not. It is not a color I have ever seen before but it feels to surreal to distinguish.
maybe it's a dark burgundy. Maybe not.
I'm walking down this hallway and notice a statue ahead that is so beautifully crafted. I cant seem to take my eyes off it, but I can't stop walking towards the end of this hallway. It never seems to end.
Where am I going? I want to leave this place.
I admire this statue as I'm slowly getting closer to it, but can only look straight ahead towards this never ending hallway.
As I walk pass this statue I feel a sense of dread that feels so real that I'm terrified but also calm at the same time.
I just keep walking.
This inanimate statue, why is it here? It is so beautifully crafted.
I walk past the statue and continue down this dark hallway looking straight ahead. I want to look back but can't.
The Statue's head turns to follow me down the Hallway as I walk past it.

I will never escape this matrix. It will basically enslave my brain Next.
Stay set. I'm reaching for the pinnacle of an Apex.
So I equate stress to A theory that never takes rest.
There is no reality. Reality is what you make it.
This thought? Can't seem to break it. Experiment till it makes sense.
Wait, shit.

"How are you feeling today?"
"I keep having this dream. I don't want to fall asleep anymore, I feel like I'm losing my grip on reality"
"You have been making much progress, Don't you agree?"
"I'm not so sure, Everything seems so real, even now"
"This is real, You have been coming here everyday for three years now, Would you like me to prove this is reality?"
"Even if you can prove it doesn't make this real, We do not realize we are dreaming until we wake up"
"That is an astute observation. I'll tell you what, Look at the clock, what time is it right now?"
"3:23"
"so then, If it is 3:23 PM how can this be a dream?"

The telescope only shows those things at a distance. The universe dimensions are vastly suspended.
If you're looking you can't miss it. When you listen it sounds tremendous.
Hieroglyphics to witness. Love. Forgiveness.
This pursuit is relentless. The truth of religions.
Not to mention there's no beginning or an end to A vision.
My existence is only limited by clueless precision.
Youth and ambition. Losing and Winning.
Each chapter is amended by a useless submission.
Ruthless addiction. Why try defying the limits.
Even the smallest cricket is disguised by it's brilliance.
We are thrown into the abyss like a kite or a discus.
Such a beautiful horizon just off in the distance.

I just keep walking down this hallway, It never seems to end.
The walls don't even seem real anymore.
I keep walking, but I feel so panicked. I want to run away from this place but I just keep walking.
I see someone further down this dark hallway. Hello?! HELLO?! no answer.
I am closer. I feel panicked.
I notice it is the same statue I just passed, it is so beautifully crafted. But how can this be?
This hallway never seems to end.

I'm lost in a dream. A glitch in the conciseness stream.
It's all that it seems. Or is it? Yelling HELP as I Scream.
gnihtyreve si sdrawkcab. Ma I llits ni a peels?
PLEH EM! I peek gnillaf dna siht noynac si peed.
M'i gnileef decinap dna t'nac ehtareb!
M'i degamad dna oot kaew, ydobemos pleh em esaelp!

"So how does that prove that this is reality?"
"When you are dreaming you can not make out numbers clearly, It is a side effect of the Dimethyitryptamine that is being released from your pineal gland during REM cycle sleeping"
"What if my brain released too much of it, and that's the reason I can't seem to differentiate reality from illusion?"
"That is not the case, I assure you this is reality. It is 3:2^z and you are on my couch talking to me"

Said the beautifully crafted statue.



Ever since I was cocooned in the womb, I was consumed with music
The beautiful tunes that filled my ears were strummed to loom amusement
They move my mood to a vast planet where the crystal moon glistens
As stars form into symphonic notes, I take a soothed listen
I feel relaxed, touching the ever-green grass that sparkles subtly
The leaves dance with the wind, as I glance beneath the lovely trees
I begin running free - frolic in motion, near the sea of dawn and devotion
White sand breaks crashing waves - creating an everlasting bond with the ocean
I'm causing commotion - as blue whales awake from their slumber to swim
Dolphins rise, and Seals Dive - as salty wind runs under my skin
I come to a cliff - overlooking the mighty waters with inspiration
Raising my fists - I queue the Ocean's Orchestration of Innovation
Taking control of strings, keys and chords - I summon all animals of the sea
Now every single species that swims embarks to come in peace
Mammal and Fish swim side by side - with not one painful scrimmage
They're all elated to be alive - and the food chain diminished
For they live off the notes of instruments - and how they influence
As the sun rises behind the sea, we realize - this is the power of music

I look into the vast distance; passed the skies blue colorful hues
remembering how the hummingbird's chirp matched your wondrous' mood
you were subtle with gloom; singing it to sleep with lovable tunes
soothing any troubled creature that moved under the moon
the flowers would bloom; every time it sensed your motion in presence
your devotion to blessings captured rising oceans in essence
you glowed with fluorescent fragrances that flourished your life
time would stand still as your tranquil beauty allured in the night
You were the source of delight; and I assured your leave wasn't in vain
For your son is sustained; to shine his bright light on the coming of day
Through perilous clouds summoning gray; I'll clear the thunder and rain
illuminating all that plummet in pain: all when I hover above the terrain
Watch my radiance seize the hand, and dispose of the dire deeds of man
And from the trees and grass to the seas and sand; I promise there’ll be a peaceful land
Once that need is grant; I hope you smile like the sweet sun you savored
I’ll always remember you as my beloved creator; Mother Nature

[Lindel]

Horsemen -

Horsemen of light conquering plight in empyrean skies
I am the night; the night envelopes white in the heart skies
I've killed many devils and demons; heard them screaming in beseeching
The intriguing seaing I heard from a rhetoric tongue; was the devil himself
I killed for seldom sean; the serene seas are serene byzantine
I killed dark animals in thoughts of gleaming light swords
I am a serene majestic mystic man with serene plans in hand
The world will know of my reign; the horsemen's reign of gleaming light
I am the horsemen of light; the horsemen of white
I am a horsemen of light; with gleaming brightness
I killed thousands of devils and demons; gleaming white swords
I came from heaven in a chariot of light; with swords of light
I am the tongue of a serpent; the tongue of a serpent
I have a purpose to unleash my power through wrath and rage
I killed thousands in battle; with a blaring sword of light
I am a gleaming horsemen of light; on a chariot of light
I am a maker of heaven; the maker of destiny
I am a maker of light; the maker of brightness
I am a horsemen of light; the white brightness of light
I am a source of light; the source of brightness
I killed thousands of devils and demons with a blaring sword of light
I killed millions of devils and demons with a blaring sword of light
I am a horsemen of light; with fury and rage
I killed zillions of devils and demons; with a blaring sword of light
I am a maker of heaven; a maker of destiny
I am a destined king; with serene gleaming rings
I am a horsemen of light; a horsemen of fury
I have the rage of eight thousand seas with furious' glory
I am a destined king; I am a destined king of gleaming rings
I killed eons of devils and demons with a blaring sword of light
I am a maker of destiny; a maker of fate
I bathed with eight thousand serpents in a destiny lake
I am profound gluttonous punishment from the walls of a succubus
I am a maker of destiny; the maker of the future
I am planet destiny; the owls of scorn
I am a maker of heaven; with ravenous horns
I clawed through one thousand devils and demons
I clawed thought a million devils and demons
I was sent from heaven to hell; with a blaring sword of light
I was sent from heaven to hell; with a blaring sword of light
I am a maker of destiny; the maker of heaven
I killed one thousand serpents in a lake of fire
I am a thousand serpents of wisdom and intelligence
I plummeted from heaven; to kill hellish' sin
I am a maker of destiny; the maker of heaven
I am the maker of destiny; the maker of fate
I killed a jezebel and sphinx with a sword of light
I killed one thousand horsemen in a fight
I

Angel of WAR
The fire of my eyes melts ice of the Arctic
I am righteous in war, as I silence the departed
I am from heaven’s gates, with a valiant sword in hand
Yet I’ve fought on earth’s every course of land
No-one could stand in my way, of achieving peace
The biblical beasts walk the shores, as I arrange a clean defeat
Demons come from the crevices of hell
I slash at them with my sword, ending them in dwelt
My nemesis is a demon, commander of evil spirits
They organize behind enemy lines, yet my sword clears it
Satan has met his match, I will take his name to death
I slash at his head, but it will take more strategy – to claim his breath
The empyrean skies open wide, and demons come out to kill
Yet I capture them all with my third eye, killing them at will
This is Armageddon; Angels come from the sky to assist me
The demon’s target the precious from above’s, but we keep on resisting
The multitude of demon’s coming for our bodies, has me intriguing
So I aim for their souls instead, as The Angels and I continue persisting
As I continue defeating, the demon shows he wants to fight
My sword *clinks* with his talons, until I slash the wind, and banish him from sight
I stand alone, as the demon runs back in a hurry
He scratches my chest, yet my sword slashes back, leaving him decapitated, in a flurry
The demons never seek to retreat, yet the Angels push forward
The Angels slash and crash their quarters, keeping strength and order
Yet Satan has slaughtered many Angels with his sword, and his presence diminishes all
It is time we take him out for ‘good’, and have him and the demon’s sinning withdrawn
I am ready to face him in combat, as The God of Israel gives me a message
‘Never give in to that of a sinner’, I concur, as I face the devil where death sends
I fly towards him in his place, our swords *clink*, but he has the resisting feeling embraced
He tries to combat, but my eyes hold the sun’s flicking flame, plus I have the sword concealing his grave
We stare at each other straight in the face, before our swords stop *clinking* each other
We *clash* swords five times in a row, before we fly into the empyrean sky with one another
Our swords *clash* 50 times into symphony, there goes the heart of man
Our auras are too strong, as our fighting roughly tears apart the land
The demon’s collide with the angels, as I *clink* swords with the devil
The time is now to end this with Satan, for this war will be settled
Our swords *clink* for the last time, but I with God and my strength, remove him from his sword
I then look upon what was torn, and *stab* him through his chest into his heart, elating the lord
It has come, the war has been established, demon’s retreat – Angels cry tears of joy in their lavish
My valiant sword has been victorious, as I’ve settled this anguish
It is over, I return to heaven’s gates, and as part of the enlightenment, I meditate
We cheer graciously in our way, as The Angels, and The God of Israel has shown their fate
It is time, the lord is deemed, freedom is here, the war is ceased
I am one with heaven’s beasts, as it is time for peace.

Vs.


“When empty space is all that's left, let the void be filled.”


well, the best it can manage.

so,

yo,


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;
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…… It's Gawd, Allah, the next'a kin - a past-unanimous branding, all been scarred upon His melanin .. oh yes, the martian's got a membership,
would-be the martyr prophet legends sing, yet when I start to chalk the message in? Christ'll rob it for glory & claim he marked the blotted penmanship -
then he'll die again denying that his karma got the best of him ………
that's why:
These carbon copy residents can gargle cocks 4 president, I'm still the sargeant known for carving marble rocks with metal fists,
an artist not to meddle with. yall can spawn the outer layer, go & bargain shop for eloquence .. but the quest itself's retarded, ain't no mall to cop intelligence!
it's hard to mock this fella's gift, a militant soul of wisdom .. the visions was so persistant, that i stitched up six infinities bridging the solar systems;
a sickening flow precision, kid that visited rogues in prisons, blood-etched sketches exhchanged, as pictographs depicted a global mission..
a glistening throne existed once, I'd sit with a robed magician .. Next to hell, flames blackening, yet living a cold existance ……
A pit in the snow, imprisoned in the brilliance of hope arisen, held triple 9 mm.'s to the prisms of holy christians,
..diggin a hole to piss in, the pilgrim, track forests & paths lost, backfired the mechanical nazareth with nada more than hacksaw,
a Lord with a glass jaw..but when swordsman attacks fall, the highest titans of my time would absorb it & back off!
in morgues with a black shawl, suited up, boxing with tyson's folks; eye contact lapses witnesses to shock in a frightening jolt -
had my irises lined with twice as many watts as a lightning bolt!
copped every model of microscope, now those astrologists like the flow .. live life abiding by a manuscript the Gods of the Mayans wrote,
so Novices might just choke, used my mind's eye to fry an ommelete with whitened toast, then run up to grapple the last apostle n‘ slice his throat!
the drops is described as "GOAT", Blacketh overlooks planets uncharted .. instantly branded the hardest, once I left the last tyrannosaurus cast in a tarpit,
ravish the harvest, let inhabants starve then drag around half of the carcusses back to the lab, extracted fragments stashed in the carpet ……
follow paths in the darkness, breeze by ya legion of fake cats .. walk a week straight, 8th day breaks, i'm asleep in a haystack;
breathin a gray black, smoke's catchin up, i need to evade that ..
given father saturn such a reason to hate, that clouds now follow where i travel & they freeze when I make camp!
most keying up lame raps, kids be rockin the spits frail .. so ya whore read sex stories, while my cock in the bitch tale -
jump to pond from a ship's sail, dove in goddesses, mahogany pigtails; and used poseidons tridant allthewhile for choppin up fishscale!
the prophet that kings hail, shine brighter than fair days. knives to write, python fang aligned, decipher the airwaves,
stride inside of a bear cave, had the hide of his hair shaved..hang the bloody skins, dry 'em out with just a lighter & hairspray!
flyin' higher than airplanes, sword bends low, the endo & weed smoke captures me .. then i rapidly mastered fu jukendo in zero gravity,
got murder counts, scenes indecent, nuff to resemble an emo's fantasy.
in benzos with C-notes strapped to me, still don't let no amigos hassle me..so much beef, its off the wall, like echoes in meatloaf factories,
……We PbP, plus the some extra leftover EO family……
Men of metal that gleam so placidly, flash & see 'em burn n' melt to ashes .. it's the return of Hellsing, faggots.
us 5, patrol the site without no verbal help from admins, so we ‘run this shit’ .. while yall ‘cant even start a light jog’ like ‘nocturnal health fanatics’……
infernos shelfed schematics, galactics shoved to the cornerstone; once again I summon the sword of poem, crowned a prince of the writtens 'til i swung it up toward the throne,
cut jugular cords with chrome, leave nothin but gore n bone, when He collapsed , i adapted as the covenant's lord alone …
The son of a force unkown, was re-birthed in enchanted light .. so observe as the tactics strike,
reversin the axis, might just turn the tide straight down to quench my thirst in the afterlife,
verbals'll crack the mic, among crowds, standin out just like a bergundy patch on white..
grab conservatives, stab em twice, unearths my version of catholic's christ ..He whom prays in burning churches with the virgin hermaphrodite!
still lurk in a castle, white, where urban kids have to fight .. they'll crack ya jaws on the pavement, call it curbin ya appetite;
the servant of ashen knights, all perched with a jagged knife. the day i bowed down to they power was the permanent sacrifice ……
i was searchin for answers, hikin' through it all, Godless .. met men in uniform on unicorns who drooled & talked nonsense,
Disproving all concepts, eyed a shine, drew close, then I moved & saw bronzes .. gold, silver radiation, flanked a unabomb cartridge..
dig the human thought process: black acid, n substance, gas-lined to dynomite, ignites traumatic combustion;
like volcanic eruptions, the cracks & concussions can self-compress to gravel at a hat's drop, then vanish to nothin,
must be magic or somethin, but when blacketh is bustin .. it turns present tense sentences to passive discussions,
so from spanish to russian, my mechanics demonstrate immaculate functions, trail markers left as relics beckoning each path to destruction..
a bastid, corrupted, flick spikes & samoan darts, kick up shit til you idiots get hyper than joan of arc,
twin vipers n' polar sharks swim right to ya vocals, sharp - replace ya eyes with a pair of trick dice & a joker's card!
this writin, the dopest art; all scrawled in grenade pencils, white hot flames to the page, then I started to blaze mentals,
charcoal to trace stencils, the author & aged rebel .. translate words to advanced lit in the earliest sanskrit from the walls of the Jade Temple,
armor of gray metal, heartbeatin with the speed of pure aqua, body temperature turning up the heat of your sauna,
.. or premature lava, understand, i'm STILL speakin for allah, from the slums of my hometown to the streets of nirvana!
so please, if you wanna - step to get thrown in fifty coffins, each a seperate limb, hymns, yo i'm known to rip these often,
the flow is sickly, watch this: they all stand to it, then i blow n kid's knees soften; shit'll buckle up quicker than a motorist precaution,
from the low abyss, it's awesome how a glimpse of the essence can terrorize these bitches in seconds,
use primitive weapons, words and mind, then they mimiced the presence .. now viewing most writtens been like clicking on a crystal reflection,
each myth is a lesson, all concluding and the ending point that Disc is legend.
that next level invaded, guess i've risen from heaven, swoop like vultures every now and then to take my pick of the peasants,
then i'm strippin the flesh n‘ find nothing within .. resort to explosive, last hand grenade stuck in the pin;
then they bludgeon the wings, fall to ground helpless, aint no love to begin, guess i made it full-circle, passion been runnin too thin.
pour up rum n' the gin, commit a couple'a sins .. then on my death day, make ready for the coming of Grim,
cuz when somethin existed, it can suddenly dim .. that's why all your praise on my writing is now dust in the wind.
it wasn't to win .. not to be the best in this cypher shit, it's just another stepping stone that drove my quest for enlightenment,
so I guess that it's time to quit, the message is dried n' ripped.. claimed the throne on my own, now to let the messiah sit,
left the measurments twice as thick, no use tryna stretch time, or to wet it & light the wick .. it's best to just flicker out, leave methods to die, then split ……
there's still venomous lines to spit, so this next generation had better ignite the script .. cuz yo,

it's a lot harder than it looks to get ya veteran licenses.


mark 'em

Vs.

swallowing bits of sorrow from broken glass, and broken hearts
I've swallowed enough water, to rip the oceans apart
Finessed from a young age, I've felt the flames of the sun wage
I've spit flames into the white fluffy clouds into the sun's pace
Hypnotized by good fortune and idealism, my zealism is serpent
for i am a snake, following the fox and lore; sought the beach shores
played with the children of the warmth on the sea shores
through winter's i've felt the cold breeze and have had the autumn leaves torn
I've still felt the sun and the fox and lore, on the sea shores
I've seen the light god created, for the gleams form
I've felt the winter snow on beach storms
My heart is light, made of alabaster stone, the grass is known
Everywhere in the cityscape of green grassy living my fast is known
And I've still kept peace and prosperity over the green grassy hills
I've seen the green grassy hills dew for glee and gleam
For over the beautiful rainbow, I've found peace and serene..

Sinful plague, Oh' sinful plague; sin the sun; spontaneous spinning bursting flame combustion; besiege the water
For when the water drinks the water of God; we see the somber; our lives blow with the breeze of father
Nineveh, Oh' Nineveh, follow your heart and soul; but always follow your soul; the heart was pierced with daggers
Seer your lagger, fear the faster, hear the laughter; I sounded Gabriel's horn to hear the rapture
Fire, and hell's fire pierces daggers; yet hell's fire purifies it to lavished Alabaster; dragon's laughter
Serpentine's faster, hysterical laughter; for what can mere fire do; when hell's fire burns your soul
Your soul is firm and cold, Asherah has the pole; for iniquity; hear the laughter of demons and devils
I am a Lemarchand swordsman; leading a revolt; I am a visionary; hell's flame awoke my splendor; and I'm seeing the devil
Eye on Daedelus; maybe he could have touched the sun; but burnt to a crisp; whisping away in the Moonlight
Lucifer laughs at the sun, but not at the son; for the son is hell's flame; Andrew Flores holds a bell's name
Eye on God's people; Hosea and Ishmael; prophets of light; I see the light God created; I am a prophet of darkness
Somber and heartless, I am a fox and lore; talking in tongues; I am a snake in a Garden
Gleaming Lemarchand, Oh' gleaming Lemarchand, ask Arch Angel Micahelangelo for a sword of Heaven
For I've seen the darkness Dios' created; and the light God created; I speak to The Lord in Heaven
I see light and darkness, drogons' and snakes; I am a Sky God; gleam is my wrath
I see what's alas, the gleam in the rapture; for I am a fox and lore; and a Serpentine in the grass...

Vs.






I'm caged in chains of iron with a straight-jacket titanium
By changin' fate from Myans, rip the brain packed in my cranium
Knife-bladed fangs're wired in yah leg calves when I'm draining 'em
My favorite taste perspired; when predate dragon bites maiming yah
A hungry, carnivorous, reptilian plagued with venomous
Komodo scrapes and syphilis in sulphur craving Griphon bits
My shoulder blades and ligaments secrete acids that sizzle dirt
I'm crunching jet fighters between my teeth, laughing at missile bursts
Inhale plasma from stars and scar cities with breaths of Solar Flares
To liquify the northern regions thus send death to Polar Bears
A pair of malevolent daggers like the set the Cobras Bare
I tear ya ineloquent rappers by the neck, ta choke ya there
Your skull's combusting, claws're crushing, Scars're Fucken Gigantic
Your daughter's thrust in, Atlantic, by Bottom Sunken Titanic
My bars're junction, Commanded, Thy Laws're Somethin' Tyrannic
I swallow gumption, causing floods of Lava Touchin' Icelandics
Distentigrate the axis n' whip up Storms from the Slightest Breezes
Fuck the pile of ashes and Feathers Torn from a Crying Pheonix
Hands on my penis; pull its Lever, Towards Ya Eyelid, Semen
Fuck, I'm a beast, a Foreign Terror, Formed up from Typhon's Breedin'

I'm exhaling toxic clouds from my nostrils, poison spittin' dragon
The sound of my breathing does more than you voiceless bitches rappin
Sinking teeth into bones of your spinal cord, splittin internals
Spin your strings of flesh 'till muscle fiber's more twisted than churros
Sent from Typhon as arsenic, to kill messiahs and prophets
But grilled his children and fed from his sizzled hydra kin's carcass
Treat bars of iron as chocolate and swallow pounds of metal shrapnel
Slapping Satan while I'm fuckin' the wife of a devil's asshole
'Till it's badly bleedin; catch me swingin' fists at tiger faces
Bash 'em, drag 'em down the street to smack 'em with the finest pavement
Wake up soaked in corpses, gargling this barreled radiation
Bite into your arm and leave your shoulder marrow rabies-raided
Milk a cobra's fangs then have these, screamin' cattle sip her venom
Chew emcees with chunks of fuckin', seasoned basilisk for dinner
Feedin' Catholics your liver (huh) yeah bitch, I just stole it
Then told 'em it's like a pork rib, now there's nothin' by ya colon
Splashing semen down your daughter 'till her stomach splatters open
Stabbin' orphans while I'm snackin' on a hundred tattered organs
Wrath-sent demon; hungry like a pack of wolves that hasn't eaten
fuck a bitch so fast the condom's turned to ash and plastic pieces
Dagger-slicing throats, and slashing Zeus' with his master lightning bolt
Immortal beast; givin' up killing himself after ninety chokes
I drill yah with venomous fangs, adrenaline enters the brain
Give into this feeling contained, the quench of his spirit's unchained ..

[Lindel]

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