THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

[brokenhal0]

turn up like dead bodys in mojave waters the sand is rocky
astral projection with out eating a piece of poppy
its a dangerous hobby changing your cells
I wrote what your thinking as well
in the well lies a corpse the water stinks like it swelled
in the darkness my I-phone's a maze
seen a sage and stole the page know your place
I only desire what I can't throw away
stuck in the crossfire you know it's late
this was written staring at a frozen lake
the steam remains heat burns a demons face
the floor is melting in space
as we placed portals on opposite sides
feel no remorse to place my target on a harvested mind
you create thoughts that mislead you all the time
times not real just a law defined
but once your times up the blind will lead the blind
planet earth will leave you behind
like cyanide in a apples seed
its only a sin to say good bye to me
hide your pussy if you don't wanna shave
from the grave spinning vortexs symbolize inner space
i disintegrate into dust and yo! reinvigorate lustful thoughts
as the embryo embody vibrations like a cymatic plant
walk with messiah like she wasn't a sentient gland
left em a zombie in the underworld
he runs from the knowledge of man
another story written by a comic book fan
can you think differently your history's is in the palm of your hand
not ya enemy cause im not of this land
no fear to fix the energy as I become self not memory