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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! |
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My "guns will applaud you" when I'm 'makin' arms clap'! Malone's like a "fat bitches booty" this 'bum aint a hard ass'!
Raise the bar, Match? I don't 'question marks, period' -- he'll 'dash when I make Sen tense' like a 'Language Arts class'! My riders will be shootin'! Cock back and hit em'! "Pop caps? You're trippin'!" Sumaru 'might as well be shroomin'! This biter still be losin'! But "Sen, dog'... to 'be real', you'll see 'mugs' spinnin'" like witnessing a 'cypress hill reunion'! If I don't slash ya throat, the gun is firin'! Leavin' Matches smoked... when the matics blow, this fucker's silent! If Evil's grabbin' toast and buckin' iron! Then I'm "droppin' Matches faster" than DiCapprio in Shutter Island! I've "kicked flips on boards" longer than Rod-nay Mullen! Ignite butane, I spew flames but the God aint Vulcan! Don't ask about the broads A's pullin'! Cause "the kid'll be in ya hoe, Malone too" like he's 'Macaulay Culkin'! If I "take a stab at em'" he'll get 'cut with a ginsu'! VIBE'll open XXL magazines... without 'subscriptions/issues'! You've got the 'muscle to rip who'?! If you put "Neil in front of a God, I'll make em' prey" like 'Muslims and Hindus'! Stop fuckin' around, pussy... Match is cock blockin'! Neil "knows what time it is" like he 'had a watch on em'! PHAX'll drop logic! But for "Malone to make a good point?" ...he'd definitely need a 'pass from John Stockton'! The real deal? I'm "pulling your card out" and 'deckin' you in the face'! Won't you bust with a twenty two anyway? This vet is losin' today! Grip on gats? Pfft when I put my "clique on Match"... we're down to 'set a funeral date'! You "diss playin' true lies" no Tom Arnold acts! Pop off with mac's? Ya guns 'jammin' like Bob Marley tracks! Drop bars on wax? Heh... If we saw "/\/\/\/\ anywhere on the charts" ...it was after another stock market crash! |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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. |
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“When empty space is all that's left, let the void be filled.”
well, the best it can manage. so, yo, . ; . …… 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. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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… |
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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 .. |
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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 |
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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 |
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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. |
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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.. |
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Would You Be Mine?
It's a beautiful day-- the man zips up his sweater and slips on his shoes to this musical phrase; There's a tune that'll play while he welcomes the neighbor he greets with a grin and his usual wave Once two's time is due, and they've said their adieus, the man tells him, "My neighbor, stay tuned", and he'll stay.. ..He'll stay stuck to the screen, past the very last scene-- for his neighbor could never dwell moving away.. ♪ ♫ ♪ Will wasn't a grown-up. He spent his days brainlessly scarfing potato chips, stuck at the sofa He'd watch "Rogers" re-runs-- a bunch of the old ones. His legs stretched, relaxed; his lips, chugging a cola My son's in some coma, his mother thought, worried. The man only moved once, to thrust his remote up, and point at the screen. Yet my boy's twenty-three! 'Cause she'd serve him banana nut muffins and doughnuts, As William kicked back, numbed by shows on TV-- fueled in sloth from the lack of strict discipline acted Unphased by the sun-lit sky's flicker to blackness; the shadows, the shapes, and the minutes that passed him The morning turned midnight as quick as a flash did; still, Will had not known the transition had happened 'Til slowly, his arms dropped his chips and his bag, his 'lids closed, and his consciousness slid into absence.. At three, Will woke sweating and stricken with panic; the sound of fuzz shrieked from an image of static He reckoned, That darned left antenna is spazzin', then crept toward the screen to start fixing the 'rabbit by twisting its ears.. Though it didn't appear the set's picture had cleared, from within this contraption, A whisper was heard, and Will grimaced and gasped as two arms flew from his television, and grabbed him The TV screen beamed him inside to his pleas and his cries; bitter yelps, though no help arrived later He fell on his face in some strange, dormant place, staring up at a man who said, "Welcome, my neighbor," Who smiled as his head turned demonically crooked, but held out a hand, which seemed worthy to trust ..and since Will shan't refuse Mister Rogers, he took it. Plus, 'twas all a dream, which'd be surely abrupt! After being pulled up, William gestured him speak, so he said, "Will, my boy, it's a pleasure to meet you; You'd grown oh-so-close to your set and your screen that my sweatery sleeves could outstretch and retrieve you." They'd talk; stiffly walk 'cross the neighborhood block, as Will thought, He's alright; this here Fred is a neat dude, Then asked when the man planned on setting him free, and Fred said, "Oh, my Will, I can never release you.. By clutching your sofa for several weeks, you've created our bond. Although yes, you can peak through the screen at your living room's couch, nothing's getting you out-- so please, join me for breakfast, and tea too." In vexed disbelief, William, pressing his teeth, started pinching throughout all his flesh as his screams grew from petulant squeaks to malevolent shrieks, 'cause this "dream" was, in fact, truly present, which he knew. He cried, "Mister, sir, if your lesson's how I-- should go stepping outside-- and watch less of your re-runs, I vow that, if ever unleashed from-- this screen, I'll say 'Hey' to my neighbors, and cherish the sweet sun! I'll greet Granny Greene as she knits on her porch.. and she sits with her york-slash-her-poodle, Miss Muffin!" Fred chuckled a good, hearty giggle of sorts. "William, come have some warm apple strudels and crumpets--" "Enough, you sick bastard!" Will darted away down the lane as Fred yukked, and Will'd run through his laughter, more wild than the wails of the succubus after she's warped one's pure chaste through voluptuous matters ..................................and untruant pastors succumb to it faster than sugarcane jolts of columbian jaguars. He searched every street, found no exit, then screeched out his lungs 'til his yaks were all bloody and raptured But once he had mastered the chaos within him, Will took a deep breath, then glared at the glass window Which floated in mid-air and swayed to his motions. His legs arched one side, his arms hitched in akimbo His mind dwelled on breaking it open. He'd pick up a stone, bring his arm back, then give it a quick throw The window's glass then broke-- a boulder to bits as the boy shook and gaped; the man's grinning crescendo'd The man then made sick innuendos of triumph, like wheezed laughs and knee-slaps while gripping his shinbones, plank-bent at his torso from ***kling too hard, with a hot-turned face, crimson-tint pigment in skin-tone Will, writhing with anger, then hit it with six blows, but howled as his knuckles bled, clenching his fists thrown He body-slam bashed it 'til every last rib broke, then charged with a head-butt.. and hemorrhaged his temp lobe * * * A spray of Will's consciousness streamed like graffiti and bloodied the block of the neighbor he'd known First faded, his name, but the last he forgot was the plot and the place of his fave episode He remembered it well; when Fred Rogers bought brunch at the diner and taught him good etiquette there (Oh, where is that diner? Oh, where is that diner? Oh, where is that diner? I've never been there) * * * Fred frowned with a tsk at the kid on the concrete, who's forehead was marked by a dent and was trickling Blood steadily poured as Fred crept to the corpse, slid the sweater he wore-- off, and picked it up gently Fred sniffed it a bit, rubbed his head in the dampness, then reckoned, Will really was thin. This could fit me, then headed back home, where the sweater would spin in his washing machine for a rinse and some cleansing.. There's streaks of maroon on the glass of the screen. William's mother tries wiping them off with her Kleenex When all of a sudden, Will's program flicks on, and Will's mom thinks, Oh William.. my god, it's your v-neck! She's awed-- but not 'cause the man's dragging a body, but 'cause of what hangs in the back of his closet She murmurs: "The size, and the brand, and the cotton-- it's almost just like what Will's grandmother got him." * * * It's a beautiful day-- the man zips up a sweater and slips on his shoes to this musical phrase; There's a tune that was played while he welcomed the neighbor he greeted with grins and his usual wave Since two's time is due, and they've said their adieus, the man tells us, "My neighbor stays tuned", and he'll stay.. ..He'll stay stuck to the screen, past the very last scene-- for his neighbor could never dwell m̛͞҉͈͈͎̜̝̜͍ò͙̦̹̯̺ͅv̨̹̼̹̗̝͞i̶̫̮̝͚͉̩̟̼̘n͏̷̮̤͕̖̺̯͘ ͡ͅ ̖͇̜̥̤͕g̸̤̤̻̙̫̪̯̤̯̜̱͚̕͟ ҉̡̙̮̼̺͎̦͖́͝͡a͘҉̨̰͚͇͙̣̱̻͍̖̯͞w̙̯̠̹̦̥̣͎̻͖̱͓̩̕͞͝a ̴̞̟͓͘ ͔͉̘ͅy̷̕͠͞҉̙̱̙͖̹̥̱̼.̷̵͘͏҉̥͙̫͈̘.̢̜̦͉̝̯̝͕͖̘̭͚̹̻ ♪̵̬̝̦̮̲͠͞͝ ͘͞҉̪̤͙̦̥͚̖͙͍͔̻͕̣͍̥̯̗͟♫̟̙̲͉̞̜̙͉͙͚̻̺͎͙̣̜̤́̕̕̕̕ ̧͘͏̹̗̹̖͎̻̟͎̩͜͝ͅ♪̧҉́҉͎̩̦͔̦͇̤̥̗̱͙̳ͅ |
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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 |
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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 |
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