Myrmidons project

[Soulstice]

I messaged @oats an idea. @dead man im brewing one up for you soon enough

[oats]

@Soulstice I hit you back

[Soulstice]

word ive suddenly been called back to reality, what a nuisance

[Des]

I guess I'm a bit late for getting this?

[Lars]

i havent dropped back here in a while

whats happening?

[oats]

further procrastination

[Lars]

lmao such is the way with these things

nothing much changes

@Des would be a good addition to our roster tbh

me and @Seyance would vouch for dude

[Seyance]

hes one of my favourite writers, in my head des always had a spot reserved here. ive got a week off, so less procrastination, i promise! might hit a few with verses to collab.

[Seyance]

and we are trying to put together a book des, i don't know if you still have you're verses from prev years (a birds eye view, if walls could talk..etc). proving pretty difficult to find my older shit.

[Lars]

UPN still have some of Des' stuff

not sure exactly what but a couple were there in Ellis Island

[Des]

word?

I lost a bunch of my old shit, still got a couple pieces & poems sitting in my black book though...
So I'll probably be working off memory for the majority of verses. It's all good, i'll try to get together
some new verses when I find the time later this week

[Lars]

It

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What’s the meaning? It’s too big for words,
It’s too long to say,It’s too large to know,
But It’s too late to pray…

It’s…be deceived, or believe the priests,
Greed repeats, never will the thieving cease,
It’s the hypocrisy in snatching a Jesus piece,
A world of lost sinners, the plot hinders,
The thin line of life & death just got thinner,
Keep enemies closer than crossed fingers,
Now let that thought linger…
Cause it’s far past what a metaphor insists,
Absorb the mental metamorphosis,
Hand you the red or blue pill like Morpheus,
Life is so much more than this,
More than gambling life & throwing dice to bet,
Cause the only thing bigger than life, is death,
Hence, it makes no sense,
To count every cent, of dough spent,
It’s like our greatest weakness -
Is we don’t know our own strength…


What’s the meaning? It’s too big for words,
It’s too long to say,It’s too large to know,
But It’s too late to pray…

It preys, in Kuwait today,
The cohesion of cash & blood embodied in whole,
It’s no longer mind, body, & soul,
Thirsting for dough & porches, foes in forces;
Make like a stable & hold your horses…
To slow down & face mortality,
Cause the fastest car won’t escape reality,
It’s, either way the house wins,
No one gains money without win,
It’s commercial loops telling you to buy more,
Either give me words to live by, or die for,
It’s souls purchased by street merchants,
Those working for the serpent,
Be flirting with death for certain,
It’s like the Devil kept converting,
Word…so believe in me,
When I tell you It’s shrouded in secrecy...

What’s the meaning? It’s too big for words,
It’s too long to say,It’s too large to know,
But It’s too late to pray…

[Lars]

The Day Father Time Dropped His Watch

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The Day Father Time Dropped His Watch
..intro..
Think Of All the time you waste....its a lot isnt it? Well imagine a metaphorical deity or a religious deity (however u want to take it) wanted to waste time? what would it be like?
...
The Day Time Dropped His Watch
..
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Father Time dropped his wrist to opt these kids to believe a popped in gift
thats often tripped in a potent motion with his sister Death to plop her fist
a cropped in glitch to send Satan and the demons as the form of mankind
from porn to spanned lines that'll be the genesis of evil: a borned in damned mind
Wrecklessness decks our wits to be a gluttonous clergy with a plenished wish
we're best to switch to a breath thats pitched because soon our fear wont even take meth to twitch
Our apathy leads to massive violence amongst the scene of passive silence
battlefields patched wit violets as our countries' leader still casts his minds sense
One of the heads on the dragon of seven to lead the futiles as laggin through heaven
on his wagon to deafen ... War's triumph becomes a braggin thats leavened

...WAR's Blasting Horns...
Leader after leader consistently fall into his grip; wishin for mercy/ millions of men and children fall dead in the crimson while the angels are kissin the dirt....see?!//
Bush's missin the perks... please!(pfft); this plants one of the roots of terror/ an attribute to struggle ... this is the day Mary become a vegitarian so that the fruit can bear her//
He's stooped to flare hurt; as the AntiChrist is the epitome to contort the thesis/ as his evil hands rips the womb of the blessed Mother and then continues to abort the Jesus//
And abhorred to please us, he throws the flared heart of Jesus to the north of the ranker's sun/ and Time drops one finger to indicate that a fourth of the anchors done//
. .. .

Desolations the closest to rid the aura, embedded in stone like Moses did the Torah
its a bid to soar cuz where the corpse of jesus lays is a lid to store love
Nations fell and left the meek to inherit the earth, to those to lazy too cherish a birth
sins perish their worth and the holy cross crumbles from its parish to girth
Father Time laughs as he sees the people are starvin': sittin wit needles n garbage
there positions feeble n harmless while the whistle of Famine's tweedled in charmed zest
the lazy and gluttonous start to starve so we go and count their ribs
they sound the risk, and they could use Pinnochio as firewood and still not mount the fibs
They crawlin in the souvenirs of War to be brusied and sheared wit swords
ultimate torture while Famine's scales smears the tears with gore

...Famines Whistle...
He's there sprayin the locusts while their hungers bayin they focus in prayin to low midst, and his scruffy laugh's slayin their blown wits//
Its amazin he dozed kids while they lay droned there n sloppy and u can count the bones in they body as their zoned in a lobby and their remains blown wit a shottie//
Famine's sadistic makes the children collapse like second world framework while the women beckon hurled lame words to maybe make God sit n reckon a same verse//
The same verse that states theres a paradise for believers... past the stare of eyes on cheaters, but Time laughs and He 'clips luck short' like a pair of dice with cleavers//
Apathy and chaos! Blasphemy and states rot! the drunken, lost-its kill the babies from the crying of tears and shying of years, and theres' no remorse shown on Death's sunken sockets//
He laughs!, the smirks gone.......he knows inside only half the works done//
. .. .

Father Time grins when the masses are dying and the passives are sighing
the matches are frying, the light of hope bein burnt when even God's pastors are wrying
The mixture of the tears and the blood of the weak are floodin the streets
studded in speech, and the only cleansing of sin left is in the bubbles of bleach
Death decimates during the delivery of a deity drowning out the sound
of An Antichrist while He annhiliates all opposin authorities activating attacks on his crown
Armed wit sword in hand they swing on the innocent and release gore n gland
and the waves of coagulated blood swallow the innocent like a fort of sand
...
Angels of God were denied as the time for mends were clear...inscribed that the very end is near
......
In Scripture....Its Written...
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Hell followed Death as they clash the mortals and SLASH THEIR THROAT AND NECK
They BASH IN BOAST N ZEST! demons inscribin as they CRASH ON BONE N CHEST
Let famine and disease settle then they SNAP AND CRACK THEIR SPINES
then WRAP N SMACK THE MINDS till it FLAPS N DRAGS THEN GRINDS!!
With the BEASTS OF THE EARTH, they come RELEASIN THE CURSE
DISPLEASIN THE WORST while Lucifer's hands are still SQUEEZIN THE JERKS!!
Satanic animals betray their owners while an eagles talons CLEAVE BUSH'S EYES,OUCH!!
and the demons strangle the angels as a metaphysical WEAVE PUSHES SPIES OUT
Wit swords and weaponry they SLICE IN EARS AND SCALPS in FIERCED IN JOUST
a notorious laugh as they DICE THIN PEERS TO PALP with PIERCED FIN MOUTHS
Your alcoholic dreams kill while Capt. Morgan laughs when your EATEN WIT A FORTY GULP
and every pregnant woman and young child is BEATEN TO A GOREY PULP
...
Father Time laughs as he walks out of the horizon...forever leaving his watch that he dropped...
tick
tick
tick
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[oats]

LETS DO THIS @Seyance get me some designs to work with and I'll have this done by Christmas.

[Seyance]

word, i am the most forgetful of people. i'll get you verses too. recent collabs would work also.. lemme try find a couple tings from rb.

I'm From Beneath.

your insane & depressed, cause sey is the best..
he came from the depths where satan is kept,
a place thats infested with plagues from the dead.
walls built with flesh we take off ya legs..
clothes made from skin, scraped from ya neck,
village of shamens chained waiting to test
evade your defence and break through ya chest.
your makin me step on stage shakin my head
trying to find the unkindest hate in my breath..
i couldn't taste it as yet,
feelin patient as my inner demon faithfully slept
taking a rest before releasin' a statement that says..
don't you dare speak of the power..
this evil is ours, easily leavin legions of cowards
beat & devoured, i don't even need to eat for an hour,
bathing in lava right before my meteor shower.
now i believe you feeble people are sour..
as im unleashing destruction to equal the towers.
the dopest omens so when its spoken releases,
3 pieces of ghosts puttin' those poems in a thesis
knowledge you'd only know when i teach it..
even holier treatment than eloping with jesus,
but they're supposed to be secrets
advocate a passageway to show who the beast is.

ARGONAUT

my adamantium teeth made your family tree panic and flee,
mastered the flow division with moses wisdom and channelled the sea
now i plan to release a cancerous beast that answers the priest
with savage decrees, sayin your talent is cheap every calender week.
the phantom is me, putting your life on a balancing beam..
the evil one make you speak in tongues and chant in ya sleep
like you had a disease. cause steppin it up ain't a challenging feat
i'll destroy a world just to take this battle with ease,
becoming a cyborg timelord when i upgrade from man to machine
then inhale the planet's debris until my nasal passage is clean..
once i created adam and eve, now only hate and malice is seen,
when i blatently shatter beliefs, making your saviour have to retreat.
throw my jason mask in the streets, the truth is my iq is high
i'm who designed medusa's eyes, taught the jews to lie and crucify
ignored human kind's foolish cry and putrefied the bluest sky..
look skin deeper i'm the grim reaper forcing anubis life into the light
by placing a bladed chain to the knave of his neck at the pagans request,
see i'm gaining respect.. satan has said i'm the angel of death
with an army of hatred possessed changlings infesting the places of rest,
ready to make any shamen repent or fade to the depths.
i'm absolutely amazing at best.. you've got a blatent right to fear
spitting so hot, i'll make you cry then vapourize the tears,
a round table knight with blades so light and sheer
one patient swipe would take ya life and shave a mighty beard.

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i had to debate if those patterns were basic
throw your ass in the back of a spaceship
take a seat in one of the passenger places
nobody notices the capacity changes
abducting humans until the planet is naked
trap the wackness inside a package and lace it
im leaving challengers wasted
attacking an agent like that chap in the matrix
flow so cold it doesnt have to be sacred
the god you pray to is a passable makeshift
birthed to the world in the tyrannical ages
making you forget ya marital status
taking jaws off the floor, mechanical face lift
parables laced with gallons of snake spit
your left throbbing like a varacous vein is
i believe your dope on a fallacy basis
ya salary makes you look like charity cases
use my stick to catch carrot he chases
absorb the atoms until every calories tasted.

my purpose is this converse with a witch
he will do whatever it takes til the virgin is his
questioned him and like a surgeon he split
you cant compare to wackest version of this
verses are sick the words from my lips
your a problem, but thats as worse as it gets
im the true definition of what an emergency is
poison leaves surfaces stripped
know the type im cobra like dispersing a spit
more than enough to service the trip
inforce the link between churches and myths
dispell rumours its where insurgancy lives
i work to commit theres no sermon to miss
eradicate the fact that persia exists
starting world war 3 to make germany quit
exert the laws of the inertia abyss
believe its the myrmidons determining shit
we have our backs like reversing a whip
dropping bars no one in the world will eclipse.

Evolution Of Evil


Creation has begun, perfection through the night..
Until an entity awoke to do the opposite of beautify,

Evil was a seed when the dawn had came in
Turned to a weed because they poorly placed it,
But strength showed it was more than basic
It became a tree when the morning faded.
So the 'Evolution of Evil' was orchestrated..
& Every single leaf glistened with morbid hatred,
Fruit so perfect everyone who saw it, waited
Wanting a bite to see how pure the taste is...
Not knowing that the core was laced with
A poison of snakespit effectin' all who take it.


The start of Man's fall from greatness,
& Those who had tasted were all contagious...
God viewed these actions in pure amazement,
Perceptions now of a world, that war created
Seeing few who knew the cure was sacred,
With faith running through the water vapours.
But knowin that man would sure embrace it,
God churned out sea's like it was automated
Cast his Disciples out to lure the faces..
Everyone from the rich to the poor & naked..


They were drawn in by these organ players..
With sweetest melodies made for the saviour,
But alot were against this & the floor debated
People were either angered.. or persuaded..
Man didn't know he could withdraw the matrix
Takin' advantage when they saw his patience,
..Strung him up till he was sore & shaking,
All the wisdom he'd had instore was wasted


On that cross and things changed forever..
We lost a beautiful world we could've made together.

The Myrmidons present... deliver the children

Bruklor:
Perfection, beauty, purity, goldie locks in knee high socks
The inflamed immortality is the answer the questions I stalk
The destiny walks above the clouds, as her toes fondled
Upon the cement where she let her imagination wander
Retrieving the innocent proof that was splashed in the puddles
Picture perfect, her landscape drafted my need to be a lover
The seething sex poured, and my cup captured every drop
The silk from her breasts gave strength to my weakening heart
The rose peddle cheeks seek comfort in my memoirs
Screams, dreams she's never even seen, screeched in choir
Inside my palm they never hear the ears of those to help her
Gentle, pink lips will reside with pride upon my mantle
Hands full of her last breath, her lunges whimpered breathless
I caress to keep her warm while her body leaves to a carcass
The fully filled, shy oracle hide underneath her thighs
Her scenery is surreal, the sight of her fame will remain mine
I have gracefully stolen her life and made it into my angel
Save her from the anger, and the future onslaught of danger
I hug her beauty with sponge, at this young and tender age
I've kept her safe from the monsters that play these days
I only learnt her actual age from the newspaper clippings
I apologize to the lord for removing one of his living givings
But her ribs are safe within my body, I will protect, I do protect
The lost little children before they lose their ability of innocence
I will not apologize towards society, they have created this plague
That gave me the rain of gods wrath, saving the babies from your rage
They will never know your lies, your desire to build fires from youth
Said evil, built inside of sanctity, sent to dispute the truth
Every little beauty is another psalm written into the bible
Destiny you've built is the devil, and I am the sent rival

Iglos:
that was the start of my comand...given by god

these are dark times now, the heartless run
I detest this life, don't even start me son
but I stand my ground because it's hard to run
a perfect man...ha...I'm far from one
too many innocent lives fall to the beasts that pray
so I do my duty, and release the strays
who wander wayward from the righteous path
I'm no more than a tool of the all mighty's wrath
I don't like the fact, that I have to kill
but I was told to do so, It's my masters will
lurking in the shadows is a massive thrill
when I draw their blood and watch it splash and spill
say what you like, maybe I'm mad in the head
I take advantage of them....right after their dead
my thoughts are spinning, I'm losing focus
I only take the lives of the truly hopeless
the children yes, born to seduction
deformed and the scorned in the norm of corruption
mourn them no, I'm god's hand at force
you condemned me, and now, I stand at court
the so called victims say I'm vile and should die
but death is a gift, so I smile while they cry
they've missed the truth, their life is just a lie
head to the stand, down the aisle I will fry
I would do it again, in not even a second
I only spared lives from the evil and wretched
and I really don't care how many people protest it
the judge gave me my verdict...
...and it's lethal injection

so long...I'll see you in heaven

A RETURN TO POWER
Iglosone - Seyance - Blacketh

my desires to rule and skill's unattainably fresh
sire who despises liars - you'll cross your heart
hoping to die as you pull two blades from ya chest
shaping time and space, creating rhymes that break
the mold – cold brighter than gold giving off blinding rays
foretold with-in the other sides of fate to rise and wake,
the evil one, cold enough to dry a lake and freeze the sun
as people run, you can't hide/escape or leave these slums
believe dark skies'll arrive with the hexes I weave through drums
next is a sea of blood, rushing, bodies 6 feet in floods
washed into the deepest mud, to be encased and stored
for 200 million days or more - I got plenty of hobbies,
and I'd probably have to say that my favorite's war
the pain and scorn my brain has formed will maim and gorge
you brainless hordes through rains of swords, slain in morgues
in chains on boards, the end of every man around
I shift the plates, legs'll rip and break if you stand ya ground
my fangs will now disperse 'til my gland's about to burst
a venom so deadily, no man has found a cure..
i'm evil, garrotting five people when i hammer out a verse
your not quite equal if the clan surrounds ya words.
the legion of titans everything we speak is enlightened
take a piece of advice and leave like a syphon.
i'm unsheathing the trident stolen from beneath the poseidon
you wouldn't last a minute with the diseases im fighting,
perceive a cancerous beast squeezing a python, or..
zeus using ether & lightenin' to torture a high priest of the giants.
seyance is the reason ya writing, i inspire the gods
untouchable, i'll face a line of twenty nine firing squads..
my wires are crossed so i'm tieing them off,
these bars are so legendary.. i should retire the lot.
i'm the one your trying stop cause i spit a force,
to such destructive degrees, you'd think i passed a missiles course.
blasting sound, bendin airspace when it vibrates
whos in charge?
i'll pull his card, now we playin for high stakes,
greater than five lakes, my throne awaiting behind gates,
ride passenger side in silver space-stations with primates,
'glos & sey of divine race - add black to the equation,
it's over; like innocence for broken chastity relations.
grammatically amazing, face it - the battle scene is tainted,
so it's time for revolution, cuz yall faggots need replacements.
this tapestry is ancient - i follow patterns of woven threads,
straight to your mother's room, on the path to her open legs,
all those who slept on us have napped & awoken dead;
crafted rafts of broken glass to sail toward land at the oceans end,
i was handed a golden pen,
touched the paper and broke it apart,
but the single line i drew began to glow in the dark -
put a few holes in the arc before Noah departed,
Myrmidons - here to humble those who are supposedly artists.

MY STATE OF MIND
Blacketh, Seyance, Baron Mynd, Sephiroth

State of mind is picket signs, patrolling the offices
Pitchfork to cortex, trucks unloading our consciousness
Lone wanderer, black bandanas, rogue in the foggy mist
Deliver truthful lies to exorcise the soul of reconnaissance
My writing's destroyed worlds and frozen economies..
Violently silenced pens from the most outspoken of colomnists.
Tried to take a cyanide pill, but was too sober to swallow it,
Only demolishing the throats of potent theologists..
Castraiting the mass taken and chose as a following
Send an ode to the colonies, tales of war and broken apologies.
We're the growing Anonymous that loathe Scientologists,
The cancerous growth thats deposited in a smokers esophagus,
That vote for the politrickian who's broken his promises-
Overrode his accomplishments blurrin' what 'Open' and 'Honest' is
to a hopeless conglomerate who's only focus was prominence
So much for scholarships, huh? Show me the positives..
in holdin' authoritive posts & never makin' a difference
Their wayward constituents just seem to take what they give to us...
Then raise a vociferous voice while were labelled as idiots-
& treated with great insignificance, the disdain is ridiculous...
When you think these hateful conspirators are overpaid for their rigourous,
..Painstaking, assiduous, application and diligence.
Our shamen's indiginous.. learned from the failings of icarus,
And uncovered the lost tales of fableled conspirators
Persuaded the visitors their ailments were hideous..
Abusing the mass, qued at his shack like a table of billiards.
The man has forsaken contributors, his plans are adjacent
Understand the relation between stone & the hands of a mason
..don't expect to get rich without ramification,
you could fall through the roof and end up back in the basement.
laughin as satan pacifies this inadequate nation,
making fake promises about a man who can change it..
The black & white Antichrist, rockin' a ‘Kiss me, I'm Nazareth’ apron
The last of the ancients stated, i'd be damned n' forsaken.
like the bastards awaiting salvation who depend on the cross..
MY state of mind is : survival ...whatever the cost.
so i step in the fog..
clutching the thing on my hip before your weapon is drawn
medics involved, can do so much before you hear that heavenly song
so many tests were involved, but i haven't learned a lesson at all
taking it back, to when i was label'd as 'black' before the kettle was called..
was never a boss, but still i find it hard to level with yall..
i'd rock a tailor made suit, but it's hard to 'measure a star'

all kinda new'ish.. will have to look at dead forum archives to find other shit.

[Seyance]

reading all this made me wanna write, expect something by the end of the week.

[Camarac]

Holy shit, I went OFF in that verse!

I forgot it was me on first read, then remembered my shit. The order of the names is wrong, though. I went second, right?

Illy.

The whole "growing Anonymous/loathe Scientologists" is where I come in.

[Seyance]

yeah that's one of my fave verses from you.

but everyone went off.. i came in at

"My writing's destroyed worlds and frozen economies.."

the order is right like this, black, me, you, me, black, seph. dope how well blended it all was.

[Seyance]

so you get where i'm going with it. and to see if you guys agree with the direction. the finished article would be a lot more precise and detailed.

[oats]

I have zero aesthetic style tbh, so I trust your judgement. I'm gonna use smashwords