Does anyone have links or saved verses of old longbar battles that were considered dope?

[Sinacog]

Aloe

Sin. Slay. Swift.
Yo face it bitch, I’ll blaze ya scripts & break ya ribs w/ flagrant kicks,
then make you slip & state you’d take this if you’d made the A-lic spit/
Since blades’ll strip away ya blatant quips, phrases lay-men dismantle,
I’ll prove you claim ya sick just cause ya famous for taking handles/
And lame since ya phrases sample, shit that comes equipped with puns,
“Aloe Won?”…That names the kid you stole ya whole existence from/
So you should just insist ya done, as the proof it’s not worth your time,
because the facts ya shit’s more played than the usage of Urkel lines/
Plus the truth is you’re search to find, why you’re number one rated is,
you've revealed the fact, that you’re number one rated for taking dicks/
From Native, shit, that’s why I’m even coming sword-less to battle,
Step...? I’ll smack you so hard the impact will orphan your shadow/
Cause though I’m scorching with arrows, to show I’m fatal in sessions,
you couldn’t “rock the circle,” robbing Angels’ Halos from Heaven/
Since Native’s making your rep, What? you claim I’m afraid of you?
just cause you’ve been online rhyming with the same shit since ‘82?/
Fake bitch, I’m slaying you, since it’s wackness when Aloe’s rapping,
plus Def must have some secret beef with you, he made this battle happen/

Aliases: Beretta

2013 Swag&Flow

Manhattan

There's no seeing the God...

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

vs Chyeahh

Ayo, I should be facin the hardest life imprisonment.. not a single thought inside my awful mind is innocent
Mail a video tape of me splittin ya frame, now ya daughter's eyes're witnessin the horrifyin incident - Gerard Butler in Law Abiding Citizen
Keep a rifle w/ extra bullets when I ride in a rented Buick, a sniper w/ weapons shootin
I'm 'bout to make a video of me stickin knives thru the flesh of students, post it on YouTube & title it 'Retribution'
Go Elliot Rodger & empty the Glock, my weaponry's bonkers
Got 70 choppers layin next to the Mossbergs & every revolver comes w/ a set of kitanas
But forget about palmin a 'matic, these thoughts that I'm havin'll blow you off of the map along w/ ya ratchet
Study the law of attraction & rearrange all of ya atoms usin quantum mechanics, I'm Dr. Manhattan
Still I walk w/ a cannon.. double pump; bundled up, it's a cold winter
Blade gripped, you catch a face lift then get thrown in a grave quick; that's Joan Rivers
Sick to the core skinnin ya corpse, witness the gore
Get viciously torn when I hit you w/ force like winds from the twisters that roared in Into the Storm & rip ya physical form
In my city there's bad blood, so I'm grippin a black snub.. blow ya brains out while you sit in the bath tub
You don't live what you rap, I'm aimin at ya whip if you act up...
They won't know if somebody emptied a clip on ya van or if it got hit by a Mack Truck
I'm God & Satan combined, gone insane w/ a rifle.. constant pain in my life, a monster made for survival
Fuck referencin Johnny Cage, my bars belong in the HoF w/ ya idol's... slaughter Neigh' in the finals & walk away w/ the

[Sinacog]

Arthur

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

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

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

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

*CRASH*

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

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

Finally...

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

This can't be...

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

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

That's it...

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

Signed, Arthur

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

You're forgiven, Arthur.

I oulder; I bathe and rinse beneath a waterfall while shedding tears of joy
I am the early morning bird; and I hunt snakes on the plains of soil and grass
I am the Shepherd; leading the flock of sheep to water, warmth, and food
I know the goodness of people, for I am good; and I've conquered evil with water
I am the sentiment of sleep; I am good to people in the water cathedral
I've conquered evil; I banished deceit to the white water shining seas
I am the calm soothing water seas; I form my hypothesis while looking upon the sea
I love my family with all my heart, and soul; I love my family with every bit of strength
I am in love with water; I've drank it over and under green leafs and palm trees
I am in love with life; I do not fear death; for death happens to the impossible
I am a human of somber; I plea with the raging sea waves to sea the day
I've sean beauty in the water landscape; a day of joy is a day of splendor
I am the day and night, and evening in shining armor; banishing karma
I am calm as the waves of the seas; I love my God with all my strength
I love my God with all my heart, and soul; he would never harm me
For I am a good person; and I am spiritual in a spiritual army
I am Heaven's prosperous; a good life in the holy light
I am a poet of prosper; hoping everyone see's the light

I love my family with all my heart, and soul; we are doves in heaven's blue white water skies
I write immaculate poetry; under the evening night; swallowing my Lion's pride
I am the heart of day, and night, and evening; I cry in a holy cathedral
I cry tears of pain and joy; for everything I've been through in my life
I cry in the evening night; when white paper birds fly in the white skies
I cry during the day of night; when the white burning stars are shining bright
In the evening night; I baptize myself with holy water; my soul is harbor
For one of my dreams is to be a spirit gliding through earth's sphere
I am a holy man; I pray and cry during church and day, and night, and evening
I see the light that was first created by God; and I create my own white light
For light is beautiful; it splashes water on darkness to wash it away
I splash white water on my face; and sing to the call of grace
I am in love with the waters of life; may it fill my cup with joy
For I know miracles happen when good people have a pure white soul
I sleep on a golden bed; with golden blankets of silver and onyx
I have sleepy sweet dreams; and dream of my family and soul mate
I am a crying man; and I cry over and under the evening night
For with God as my strength for my family, I see the light

Life; an astonishing creation - long live the spirit pondering creation
That is I; Andrew - acknowledged as a laymen - on the righteous road for conquering the nation
Present is the philosopher of the future; with philosophy in which a Nemesis can be stupor
Life with rainbows; green hilltops - glistening liquid streams on mountains - no state of elegance can be truer
Yet with these visions coloring an inspiring tale; a man's battered past has much to be desired
Yet it is coal to the furnace; fuel to the fire - for a legend's legacy to aspire..
My memory is transpired - through the roots of a stoic - and a magnificent women - in sync with Synchronicity
Now, I'm linked with the honesty - of honest Abe - a ball of flame - a king of a prophecy
They wrote my destiny - the brink of a prodigy - writing with a scholar's hand
Days turned to nights - the Sun and moon aligned - and there -- was the enticement of the dawn of man
The excitement grew across the land - for family and friends rejoiced in splendor for my stream of consciousness.
I bestowed serene astonishment - glowed with gleam and polished wit -- I am a human being that's promising.
Or..so I was - and still am - until I wandered upon the astral planes - where the spirit of anxiety beckoned
She deprived me in seconds - of all that I am, putting my mind in shackles - a crime over zealous
The flame in my eyes were exhausted by a lake of depression; the rapid water kept splashing - the pain was relentless
Shame was expressed when; it got the better of me - a venomous sea'; the strain got my neck slit
In vain was my best wish; to be a star amongst the constellations; and to be looked upon by many in amazement
And to think; I was very complacent - but maybe that was my grave; and writing was my elegy for my every engravement...
Black roses sprinkled on my casket; and my demise was showcased to every mortal in my bloodline
Even friendly acquaintances came; set with a gaze - for it was told my mother had foretold the alumni
All voices were on me; Yet the one who read my poems -- was the one who opened my heavenly chapter
"You are more than who meets death" he softly said -- uplifting my spirit -- and resurrecting me after
On that day; I bettered disaster's devilish deed; and studied a new plan to lead my life
The passion was to still read and write; but I was baptized in the heart's lake of Jesus Christ
God's speeding strike; will never cease to amaze me; and that's merely gracing the surface
His presence is perfect; with him by my side; my rod serves no problem severing serpents
White light glimmered from the sunset; and there marked the embarkment of someone I hadn't become yet
No tragedy comes vexed; for I am as happy as they come; and only burning passion will come next
Destiny and hard-work will collide into symphony; and my orchestra plays a melody; soothing the ages
Booming with phrases, and Idioms - my rhetoric will take history -- consuming the pages
I am Andrew James Flores; poet and writer; leaving a lasting legacy on the map
For I've gone on this miraculous journey ; and with God's speed -- I run the path

“You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin
Only you again - can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass.
Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace
For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate”

The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear
I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered – yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere.
For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God – and there was no doubt, his descendants saw
So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage.

Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber
How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed - to have it by the end of the summer
I want to ascend from rubble - my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens
Yet my soul refuses to quit-infusing with sin - denying the help from a church or a reverend.

Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist - to repent for my sins
Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within'
I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface
Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose.

Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts - that journey will give?
Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire - burning my crypt.
I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath
Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death.

Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self
The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me - as a phoenix from ash arose for my health
Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley
Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath - for he felt I deserved a finale!

Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them - face to face
For I know with you, Lord - and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace.

Seraphim's response:

We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son - the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much
May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such - and feel The Lord's tender touch.
Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber
For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him - evil, will be forever conquered.

With that, the demons have vanquished, for I feel a miraculous light in my soul
Satan retracted his menacing presence, and to see God's miracle was a sight to behold
For The Black Moon ascended, and the beautiful Horizon never looked so bright, for my destined charm raised
And thus began a miraculous journey, as I was baptized in my heart's lake.

[Sinacog]

[Beat In Description]


Tryptophan



[Act 1; Of Slumber]

There's a land where troubles don't exist, though shortly that recedes
As a memoir of my slumber state which morning's wrath besieged;
Thus, I lust the tune which Umber'd play and lull me back asleep
Now people notice, even under day's patrol, he's basked in dream

Catching Z's, caught when I'm conscious; someone told me that's extreme
Counting minutes as the clock-ticks, but it's only passin' three
New-found attention in my watch-wrist, 'cause as lonely as it seems
I've a companion in that zodiac regime

See, as the seconds flicker by, horizons pan to black from blue
Some accustom to the skies, but we, as Cancers have the moon
Whisperin' to us, "Close your eyes," until I am, at last consumed
I should've known to no surprise, we walk this land's expanse subdued

Wanderin' astray through a mirage of Paradise that seems so real
When we bathe in dream's ambrosia streams and seas of daffodils
Feast from their nectar to appease, an emptiness that we don't feel
Until Luna makes her retreat, and reality's factored still

Still my mind clings to those sweet saccharine fields; cloud by its lurking haze
A sensation that I'm still dreaming, even during day
Except that dream's become a nightmare that I yearn escape;
Keeping curtains hanged, 'cause the blinds perish thy burning rays

* * *

Once more, I'm mourning for Night's absence; thirst for her embrace
Woke up this morning and time-passed since, all my lusts condemn
For I'm too focused, fiending the fruit of the serpent's taste
Fair-warned nightfall tonight, I just might not wake up again

'Cause I don't ask whether my doting is condoning
I'm left dozing from a dosage of a dozen hundred-miligrams
I just know I need somewhere to chill; to take a trip to fan
And so I take a little Tryptophan

[Act 2; Of Ideal]

Ink bleeds into beasts as the pen is jotting schemes;
I re-read what I've brought to being, heed each sentence caught in dreams
Honestly deemed, I wish what I'd written depicted conscious things
Not only reveries I give image, when I'm in this lost ravine

Given expression is a freedom, and a feeling artists need
But it's repressed, because I've witnessed how my visions are decieved;
How my perspective is so fixed-in, that what's real is gone unseen
Now I'm obsessed with the consensus to a fence's hopping sheep

Modus operandi struggles, of one bound to fantasizing blues
Who paints settings with dreamer's eyes; believes the canvas lie is true
Concieves distorted portraits, nothing like the land's horizon view
And yet, its word is breathed through each vignette I am reciting to

Another side tells me: There's nothing wrong with chimeras expressed;
That I've no heart without these lusts- that they're the light-bearer; accept
That I've no soul without their touch- their need is like heroin, yes!
I've breathed the reason that I breathe, which means my prime error's regret

Telling me: I can tell- you feel you've fallen to Typhon's cell
You're trapped to all your fantasies; they've wrought your mind and sight repelled
But they've shed you their light amidst the darkness; your Orion's Belt
They've freed you, can't you see? The only entrapment, is life itself!

Yet even deep inside, that side couldn't say I've an honest quill
I'm mad at every inked sentence spurt from my feather; thoughts instilled
But I'm not mad, because I've been grant so madly obsessed with dreams,
But by the fact, no matter how I will them true.. they aren't real

* * *

Because of that, I hate everything bled out by the ink's account
Those words were from my heart, and now my heart is fucking bleeding out
But so much blood's being flown, nothing's left of me from the ceased amount;
Conscious eased-out my mind.. pinned-down under beasts of the sleeping bout

For dreams on my dome I've been doting, grant condolence
By condoning I'm left dozing from each anecdote; my wishes grant
Let me indulge within a dosage; don't antidote me from distant lands
'O, I just need a little Tryptophan

--

0:11

I live a life of major ambitions, and over-zealous schemes
Visions of taking ascendance once I grow a set of wings
Pour my heart into these compositions no one ever sees
But I'm hoping that one day I'll soar with those angelic beings

In the sky, with my hands extended high, 'till I die
Thoughts of jumping from this cliff, asking myself, "Will I fly?"
Could I soar up to the clouds, overlook the oceans proud
And be bestowed the golden crown; it's implausible, still I try

Take a dive; try to float away where things're lookin' better
Stretch a set of wings so far an eagle couldn't measure
Fantasies I like to see as glimpses of the future
I'm stuck in this state of numbness, no resistance from the stupor

They call me the Second Icarus, fluorescence I yearn
Legend says I'll try to fly up to the heavens and burn
I couldn't help myself but try to touch Apollo's Chariot
They say the dream can live today, but come tomorrow, bury it

Dig a twelve-foot hole and throw it in; forget your virtue
Drown pain with acceptance so that it would never hurt you
But I tell them they don't understand I'm made to grip the Sun
They say, You ain't the one, you descended from Daedalus' son

And so I jump; taking lift-off from this broken cliff forever
Don't know where I'm going, I'm just floatin' with the weather
Let my spirit break its prison by condonin' its oppressor
Me and Icarus are said to die in ocean mists together

So there's nothing left for me but to pursue this legacy
Let the wax erode away or take a Duel with Destiny
Destiny's telling me I'll be, by fate, consumed in Seven Seas
But in my side of the story, the fable grew and spread his wings

Ahh.. Now I'm floating, floating so high
I know I want to be here but I don't remember why
Tryna touch the sun during a solstice in the sky
It's said I share its fate in stone, as both our golden embers rise

I stay condoning sinner's pride, my nature's grown to bigger size
I aim to take the rule of kings, I claim the throne when Simba dies
If the legend's right, I'll take the flame alone and hit the tides
But I'm happy to greet my relative with death 'cus I ain't shy

In the mean-time, I'm free of all these worries that I've yet to see
Looking to Earth and all the birdies in the freshest breeze
Higher than Everest peaks, the messiahs and shepherds see
I'm comprised of angelic breed, and the choirs have yet to sing

But let them voice their hymns, chant its endeavor
And bless the sin tempted by serpents bearing amethyst sceptres
I step close to accept its shining diamonds, emeralds and rubies
The gem's intent is of Etna to Typhon, it'll consume me

Swallow me like my cousin covered under sea floors
For old time's sake, through tide's wake, we hover Greece shores
There's no denyin' fate, so why wait, let thunder bring storm
But never height break, let flight take, a couple feet more

Let the wind favor my troubles, for a day, to grip the cosmos
Climb up to the diving board, and take a dip tomorrow
Not before my fingers meet to seize the flaming sun
The very thing that brought me here, my wings're breaking from

A flame, melting my wings the more I'm pressing skyward
So close to the Sun, I exhale and the breath is fire
They call me the Second Icarus, I said, I want it all
Now part of me fades away, and I just hope that I don't fall

[Sinacog]

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!!
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!


Revolution starts the CONSTITUTION!?? Retribution barks on this REVOLUTION!! TILL' I AM CHARGED LIKE A CHARGER!!
EMBARK ON THIS LONGHORN -- You may have ''THE MARK OF THE BEAST'' but I have the mark of a monster!!
I'm nothing to be fucked with lyrically!!? I'm nothing to be fucked with spirtually!! ON SOME SPIRITUAL MIRACLE SHIT!!
I'll hit you with a miracle whip!! I bust nuts on bitches!! Only time you ''BUST NUTS'' is when you're on your honey nut and cereal shit!!
I'm AJ The menace, SLAY GAYS WITH PENACE< GO SEE THE DENTIST// -- No i have '"SWEET RHYMES'' literally ''GO SEE THE DENTIST''
You'll always be my apprentice!! You want to be a bard, a sailor!?? WILL PRISON IS ONLY TIME you'll get seamen(SEMON) SENTENCE!!#GETIT
I've battled guys like SINIS, EVILMINDED, you battled guys like carnage and encee!! OH WAIT WHICH ONE ACTUALLY takes bar to them mentally!!
I'll fucked up your brain so bad,, you'll see starts like disablity!! I get girls in bikini's, you'd hardly get woman armed with the dental strings!!*GOSEETHEDENTIST
SAY CHEESE IF you enter chuck e cheese!! BUCK AND SQUEEZE! and you'll see stars everywhere like a VUTIAMEASE(VIETMEASE)!!
You're a ugly bee, a fucking tree! but I'll ''EMBARK'' and ''fuck up'' this fucking tree!! like PUGS WHEN THEY PEE!!
I'll always be one stop ahead of you like RAS KASS! GATS BLAST!!, you'll sea tissue everywhere, like your mom washed up on the beach!!
You're caught up with the strings!?? We'll MODERN MUSIC WILL KILL THIS BETHOVVEN SHAKESPEARE'' -- with ''FUCKING E'S(EASE)(EMINOR)
I'm SINACOG, I glock burst, stock worth a zillion dollars, you got jokes than I JOT THROATS LIKE SOCK JOKES!!!
GLOCKS BURST AGAIN!! HERE'S A SHORT PUNCHLINE YOU MIDGET!! I'm sinaCOG and you're CLOCKWORK!!
I'm here to prove a point like the invention of the sword//I AM ON THE BOARD!! fight your mami!!
FACE IT! We both cleared raproyalty!! But only time we're both on the board/bored is when I'm RYUK AND YOUR LIGHTYAGAMI!!#DEATHNOTE
Revolution..REVOLUTION.. CONSTITUTION..CONSTITUTION.. I am the MONARCHY killing your angels and demons!!
I'm breaking a heathen!! I am a ser pint.. the snake appeasing..you'll never be the snake of eden.. WE'RE FOR--SNAKING THIS GREVOUS!!
I've come to punch your jaw in half,, I'm the baal of wrarth.. CALL ME THAT.. THE SAW IN HALF!!
You have a broccoli shaft..call me dad.. you ''brick house'' you're ''out of business'' like the BOSTON CRAB#JOE'SCRABSHACK
I'm SINAOG.. you're worst nightmare.. I've been the god.. the burst light flares//
My air, I AM THE HEIR TO THE THRONE!! there's no sharing the zone.. I'll ''BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU'' for a LIGHTYEAR!!
I've been the king of the throne,, BING TO YOUR ZONE.. SINGING THE THRONE.. BRINGING THE DOPE!!//
leave me alone.. you vegetable soup.. edible GOOF!!!// I am the best writer in history! HERE IS MY OAF/OATH//
This is a classic in the making// PLASTIC for your baking// I DRINK SODA NOT BEER//
BROUGHT CHEERS FOR HOT YEARS!! When you're burning HELL..is the only time you'll sea ''HOT SEERS''//
I'm SINACOG//I've been the GOD!! NOAH'S ARK//FLOW IS DARK//
SHOW REMARKS GO EMBARK!! IN ORGAMI IS WHEN HE '''FOLDS HIS ART''
I'm ACUSTOM to battling this ASTRONOMY DORK!!// ASKING FOR PORK//
GUFFAW ALOT// STUCK IN HIS JAW// FUCKING MY CLAWS// GIRLS SUCKING MY BALLS// STAB you with forks//
WRAPPING FOR WAR// LIKE TERRIOSTS PRESENTS// you're nothing//
I'm coming with harp songs and jubille sprees// you're a ''CUNT'' ''POOR CRUMPET''

[Sinacog]

*NOMUSIC

[Sinacog]

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

Christhmas
White Winter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Intro]
You say that you're the greatest..
When you really have no one to compare yourself to..
You're unclean.. and tainted by her touch..
You will now be.. cleansed by the flame

(0:49 on the beat)

Born quite prodigious, wild and transforming like Optimus,
Tore your esophagus with the force of a thousand storming rhinoceros,
All of those that doubted me in the beginning now have regret,
When I'm slashing and cracking necks, leaving you blasted with dragon's breath,
I was born as a psychologically damaged and wicked person,
Spreading biological famine when handing you sickenin verses,
I'm torturing you 'till you feel suicidal, just tripple as worthless,
Killing you while your asleep in hospital beds like twisted nurses,
A mind of rickety circuits, presence so strong it's rippling curtains,
Lighting innocent virgins on fire 'till their clitoris is burning,
A slithering serpent, hissing at clerks when I'm pissing in Mervins,
Living in churches, interrupting the verses in different sermons,
Emcee Sini immersed in this world as a hated monstrosity,
Spitting sacred prophecy, and building pain and ferocity,
I spit sound waves that travel through space and make comets burst,
Breaking barometers in my vicinity as far as eight kilometers,
I wasn't born 'till I heard rap- call it a late birth,
Straight beserk, possessing a style with enough strength to break earth,
Emcees quiver like crack addicts. Call it black magic or flat madness,
You rap faggots are gettin wrapped in plastic, trapped in your dad's attic,
Choked 'till your asthmatic, Sini is a mixture of fire and ice,
Setting whole crowds ablaze, sending 'em chills when I respire in mics,
Ever since I was tieing people to railroads I've been killing on tracks,
Still spilling the blood of your children if you have the steel to my back,
I spit illness on microphones, That's the reason I move crowds,
Emcees are getting eaten alive, spewed out soon as I chewed down,
Packing a smooth sound, being released, and as soon as I turn loose-
I'm setting fire to your vessel at seas, leaving your whole crew drowned,
A mad bastard, pulling out of my stabbed flesh with a black dagger,
Trap master, so whenever I throw my hook I'm leaving you cats captured,
When I spit, I'm a monster, so I'm not to be stopped or chained,
Never forget; Emcee Sini, the prophet's name..

***

A cancerous spitter, I see rappers prance and dancing in glitter,
Like a glamorous sister, but I'm equal to more of a slanderous swindler,
Laughing in embers, Cinders to the community park when I spark a blaze,
Filling up a bath tub with all of your vital body parts and bathe,
Forgot why I was sent to Earth, so I determined a disturbed purpose,
A mind full of multis so long they won't fit into your word searches,
My minds a perturbed circus, and it hurts 'till my nerve's bursting,
Absurd cursing, leaving you shit on even worser than bird perches,
My verved words form a style that's based on calculated mathematics,
I fascinate with flatness, and fracture your dad's rib cage like *snap* bitch,
Defying gravitation, catch me masterbating on the planet's axis,
Fan of axes, leaving the back of your neck full of damaged hatchets,
Hand me a matchstick, Swallow it and spit fire like satanic practice,
That's the reason that I fuck it up everytime that I'm handed chapstick,
If all you bitches try to proclaim that you're the bestest ever in rap-
And have even yourself fooled, I believe your a damn good actress,
You want to be a mathematician, but you're bad at handling factors,
You want to be a writer, I'm the critic that's slandering chapters,
You motherfuckers' whole scripts in this play were void and dull,
Destroyed with acid in a boiling hole, I was born to annoint your soul,
You don't get Sin, your style's just a hit-trend, you get cleansed,
Your a bit dim, not only that but your flow is dirtier than Pig Pen,
You and your big grin, thought he was top but the game tricked him,
Hip Hop has an orgasm when I spit lines like I just stuck my dick in,
I make life shiver and freeze when I touch the shimmering seas,
Quivering emcees turned to embers, relatives endeavor it, bicker and plea,
Quickly flee, 'cause really, the mental in me only seems to snicker in glee,
Wants to play with you, stretch out all your limbs and split you in three,
Trying to be taught a sanity, 'cause unlike most, I started insane,
While starting a name, unfortunately some starstruck with fame,
Like a wild animal, you have to tame it before you can harness the game,
It comes from your heart and your brain, but it all starts with the flame.

[Sinacog]

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

~

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

The Train Station.

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

The Cybertronian War - PART ONE (SixShots Uprising)

Scavenging half dead planets. Barely clinging to life with metallic hands
Condemed to this rusted junkian planet for being subordinate to Galvatron plans
Cosmic atmosphere's barely breathable. Exhaust fumes depleted passed refuel
Who would think the extravagant lackluster battle against Ultra Magus would be my last duel?
My ranks steadily on decline. While Blitwing made a gut-wrenching power move
I'd side with StarScream but he still thinks 2nd in command is cool.
Envied Megatron's Ruled. Iron fists tactics. Knew I'd never squeal on my comrades
Despite the water boarding. Ironhide never got info outside of military dog tags
the gutless attacks were relentess. Optimus Prime's strategic warfare primitive at best
I was One Cybertronic laser beam away from blowing the matrix right outta his chest
Empowered by dark engergon with an explosive nature to rep the Decepticon emblem
scrolled through the long list of allies, while fully trusting none of 'em
Enlisted that Engergon-grabbing, double-talking Swindle simply
until he was spotted at Autobot City fraternizing with the enemy
Obliterate. Destroy. Recharge. Repeat. the hitlist was embedded on my cerebellum
Warpath, Sunstreaker, Bronz, Bumblee. Knew none were on my level
so I acquired the combaticons and left StarScream, that arrogant punk, behind
& stormed Teletran One. disrupted the signaling and malfunctioned its design
but the backup generation kicked in and supplied energon boosts through the station
so I took out Blaster and his legion of cassette tapes to disengage satellite communications
then the combaticons flanked the rear entrance; oil carcinogens protruding from gaseous exposure
That left 15% of the autobot personnel buried beneath the cave smashed by the bolders
So we continued the attack the same force that made StarScream obsolete
Counterstrikes were meek at the best, this time Megatron won't command us to retreat
So I deployed Thrust, Derge, Cyclonus, and the stunticons to continue the punishment
& trampled over the carcasses but someone forgot the dinobots were under it
because energon charged my drunken ambition the pursuit continued to level all foe
Perplexed antics led the reckless confrontations, but Tripticon was near invisible
Who fired off 20 cluster missiles leaving Grimlock and Snarl extinct beyond recognition
Back into the far east of Autobots HQ, Optimus Prime recanted regretted his decision
So I strutted up to prime with the guns blazin and realized Bruticus AWOL on this mission
the vacancy left was quickly filled by Menacer who took over that the position
Next recruits saw Astrotrain, Blitwing, and Octane barricading the corridors with combustible toxins
send message back to Galvatron but Shockwave managed to scrambling it up again
Even contacted SoundWave to deploy Lazerbeak and Ratbat to decode the message clearly
despite the failed communication and sabotaged espionage attempts, Galvatron could finally hear me
So I continued the relentless attack, on the verge of the Autobot demise
but understood treachery lurked amongst my lieutenants; Jetfire's the most I despise
cause he infiltrated the decipticons ranks masquerading as one of our allies
before I could give the Kill orders. I'd have to irradicate and expose his disguise

[Sinacog]

Mike
Genocide



Mike and Genocide are back to cause terror,
my sword severs vocal cords beyond measure,
y’all claim off the chain but remain some dogs tethered,
so I take aim at you lames you all better,
leave or get bagged up like leaves in fall weather,
A-T-R is the team no need for more letters,

Just absorb the message heard and ring off like a desert bird
Answer when the call comes, flick the dust off the cellular
Seldom do the words not strike true fright, need religion in this black light
Musta missed the bus, but wound up on the path right
Mag-lights flashing my coordinates, the organ hits the right keys
Gen and mike back to bring you life more than likely..

We some ogres and bandits that are taking over the planet,
returned to cause chaos as we spread commotion and panic,
my home is a labyrinth that boas and cobras inhabit,
slither through the streets, avenues frozen in granite,
we explosive and savage, so go take your dosage of xanax,
cause each and everyone of our opponents will leave swollen and damaged,

Gold fangs quote the priciest language, grabbin life by the tits
All natural, authentic python grip crush the point when i bite down nips..
See hustle and never mind, never once have i snitched
Used to roll blunts and blow clouds off of wonderful hits
Theres nothing i miss more but ive adjusted the game
Analyze these young suckers and gaze, realizing that i suffer from age..

but we still in our prime, everyone left here is broken and feeble,
we above the rest like a steeple of a roman cathedral,
cause at this moment you people,
are just weasels, cock roaches, rodents and beetles,
and I'm here to exterminate you all with a component of evil
the palisades of this crusade have been heavily fortified ,
stay tuned all you maggots cause there's surely more to die

Pass the captain morgan til my body is dead
Theres no bitch in my soul, just a god in the flesh
Me and mike been at ya necks since the textodus era
Aint a colder two still doin this that ever could pair up
Just a pen, beat and a booth and youll be leakin your fluids
And we'll be there piss drunk, all we bring is the trueness

This is direct connotation. Or is it? I’ll resurrect Thomas Paine when, he wrote Common Sense. Who’s the best on vocation? Home-schooled but on vacation. I’m old-school. I’m Sinatra’s face. Frankly, you're not the same. Couldn’t erect a pretense that I’m creating, through the unrealness to allocate this. Look in-between the correlation, I’ll skeet on your mommas face. Indeed the sea of semen in blotchy places. You could see I plopped it on a certain locked location. If you connect the dots, you’ll allot a constellation. I went Ursa Major on her Canis Minora. We consummated. You couldn't shapeshift to save your life, I'm on euphoria. I need a consultation. Distressed. While orchestrating; a gang of wolves to eat you, while playing, Mozart's Requiem D-minor. On rotation. The lithiums' got me off-the-wall. A quick sketch compilation. You couldn’t predict my awkward state. By awkward state, I mean I’m on the fence insane when, I hop the gates to California. I’m off to Vegas. If I cock a waitress, does the AIDs I fucked her vague with, condensed to stay in Vegas? That's awfully vagina of you. & this is Survival of the Fisting. I’ve mutated, from hobbit case, to robotic rapist. Godzilla with finesse of God’s creation. Crowd thriller, count syllables. It's the Cloverfield monster had sex with Walter Payton. This is intense confrontation. You couldn't have intent to stop this pace with, double-edge-tipped oscillating, drill-pressed lava plagued-drip automation. This events' a provocation of all six-senses from M. Night Shyamalan, - if he innately thought to say. Salam Alaikum. Met Mahatmas in the Bahamas and made fun of his name, @BWHAHA arranged it. I'm Ghandi teaching Dhalsim the kick-leg thin-stretch pressing six-X combination. I’m an indexed incarnation of having sick sex, molestation. I have a sick sense of masturbation. Forget my occupation. Just nominate me. I’ll inject Obama, facing, six counts of incarceration. I insist on the operation. Select to embalm. It’s suspense in my palm. When I read it, it tells me to disconnect you from across the nation. Infect biologic rations. It's cross-checked. Some say I'm like Satan, with a pure touch. Imagine the Lochness in a velour tux, causing riots from an ionizing basin. The type of concoction phasing that causes primary caustic flaming. I love reading binary naked. If you translate the 00100001001's to sex 101, you'd see the vagina's flanking while the penis try escaping. Traumatic inhale. Oxidation. The next segment. Godly Mason, and truly I'm the Illuminati w/o the Illumi-. Illuminating, with an intent on motivating. I invent and procreate, the most incestuous postulate. I split eggs, like ovulation. Get your sig checked, if it doesnt have darth in large quotations, you're not amazing. So much suspense, you ought’ to say, you couldn’t suspect an ounce of what my chakra sprays. Let’s commence to walk away. I’m a split-end, on the hair of Samson, & It’s Darth today. I'm VERY handsome , and its fully sunk-in, that this Hulk is hunky. I'm immense. And on occasion, when I rhyme, I emblazon. X’s and Xross-terrain. They call me the ironic machine. Have sex in your Jeep 4x4 with a chick whose lies' are- she's sixteen. On my porch I’m laden. To a mortal state. Where more than often I create a mortar slate. An apex. Distraught equations. Steven Hawkings pacing; breathing: "it's p-h not v" I'm sorry Pheven. on his wheelchair buzzing his buzzer. I'm content just rollerblading. (he’s jealous that I have smaller wheels, but faster.) More revolutions on rotation. Killing my mistress, gripping chainsaws, like goodbyeeee, I’m crazy.

Sini:

It was written in ancient legend forsaken I'd take the gates of Heaven
Aim to test it, blazing greater than statements that Satan beckon
Craving flesh of angels, my fangs're cradled in daemon necks I'm
Taking breath, swallowing lightning bolts and the taste electric

Feeling thunder, building hunger of spirits of saints for breakfast
Kill ascendants, teeth are like blades serrated and razors pressing
Straight in chests, swallow hearts of apostles like steak or lettuce
They regret letting me respirate, now Imma dangerous weapon

Spit fire with flame intestines from lighters and kegs ingested
Messiah domains infested of virus and plague infections
Taint it's essence, take away ya favorite testament
Then take a breath in it, setting flame to the page's lettering

The storm is brewing, too elusive for weather rhetoric
Severing heads of devils and my throat is oozing foaming fluids
No disputing I'm sicker than affliction that Moses threw at
Egypt, have 'em screaming Jesus with the bones protruding

Closing in over victims tearing holes in 'em bigger than solar systems
Listen to prayer but not a soul assist 'em
This is for those that overlooked us and foes that doubt us
You'll be watching when the throne is ours..

Ha

A psychic's cry on Greek Mythology
Sharp sword katana tongue; son of a sword; rummage accord; Djinn and Mystic of the Mystic Bible Belt
All I hear with my six sense is 'I need help' Sirens tell of hell; I'm a Siren with assuring kindness
My burning iris burns the fire of the sun; I am hell's flame; compel vain
I'm a demon prince; I render hell's reign; in Hell; Angels are Hell's pray
Excel chains at horsemen and cherubs; slice you with a sword; then my maws will tear up
'Iccubus' was a Angel named Icarus's rare come; I sliced with a sword with no remorse
Daedelus made his way to the devil's whereabouts; the fires of Egypt blared the mouse
I am Demon; a sharp sword aired the proud; and with a Asherah Pole; cut down anyone who dare arouse
I'm a psychic with a pair of vows; Noah's ark; approached by a Griffin; the ocean choked him submissive
Hades provoked him a mistress; the devil saw him delicious; made him gluttonous punishment
Demons are fucking a succubus; sucking a hundred winds; lunge from the hugs of kids
Aphrodite and her sisters were fucking wet; at night had sex with her till' the sun was set
A psychic I punish breaths; under the sunset I give them a hellish death; killed their death
Saw Medusa's and her Gorgons with my own two eyes; fulfilled their death; killed their breaths
For the serpent of Eden; ate every snake atop of Medusa's head; she learned she was sinful through her death
Cerberus grew some heads; as his morality was rendered obsolete; for it's ribcage; I caught it's seethe
Punish hunger pains of Vikings; 666 devils with pitchforks; tortured and scorched them with hell's flame
To Zeus's sons; and their felt vain; I murdered Hercules and Ares with hell's flame
I look Zeus straight in the eyes; shed tears of joy; making him cry; the sight of this is sickening
Your people's pride's wickedness; you will burn in hell for eternity; as I murder the Second Icarus

[Sinacog]

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!

General Tartarus.. I'm a legend that walks the streets
Keep the Heckler in Dhalsim's reach, one swing'll have you pressin on Alt+Delete
Got the metal 'cause talk is cheap.. Atlanta season tickets; you catchin the 'Hawks for free
I'm carryin weapons from Altered Beast like Solid Snake when he rescued the DARPA Chief
An ice cold specimen.. that pine bow stretchin like Tae Bo lessons
The nine chrome have you doin plyometrics 'til you fly home headless
I'll put you under limestone sediment.. type O-negative rhyme flow specialist
Snap on you in a microsecond.. so fast, you're eyes won't catch it
Need a psycho sedative to function w/ my brain 'cause I'm fuckin up the game worse than Biogenesis
My style's venomous.. your miniature frame get eclipsed by the blade's shadow
Fuck extended clips, I got a cinema-grade barrel that'll hit 'em w/ tank shrapnel like pissin off Frank Castle
Shotty by the waist.. I ain't fuckin w/ them tranquilizers
Talk shit & Big Poppa Pump's flyin off the buckle like a Frankensteiner
You're a dead man; circus bizarre.. I murdered the architect
Treat y'all like my personal bargain chip & I'm tryna get a burglary charge acquitted
All these verses & bars I spit leave a permanent mark like a surgical scar you'd get
Doin a vertical arm extension when you swerve in ya car & flip
Then get burnt to the darkest crisp like an urban assault surge from an armored Mech
Hard black like a permanent marker tip..
Nerd got you laughin 'til that strap pop off, my shit got that Urkel & Carl effect

I wake up at night to strike with claws and teeth showing
Haunt your dreams while you sleep as a wolf in sheep’s clothing
A God that’s demented, the scent of the dead is how my body’s presented
Gargling venom mixed with flames and spitting it hot on a reverend
I’m Shot and resented by angels with arrows off on a vengeance
Till I rip them limb from limb, dip them in lava pots and behead em’
Mind’s awfully inventive with meals and I heard virgin’s the nicest
Get girls that’s the ripest and eat their “pussy out” with some Herbs N some spices
Causing numerous crisis since King Cyrus with no nuclear devices
Think Back to Europe infecting people with my bubonic iris
Blood’s streaming with ices and viruses but never die from a sickness
So I’m slicing more victims while hearing unpleasant cries from a witness
As Time’s always ticking I’ll forever rein terror ~never cease to exist
A beast in the mist making you a delicious feast with my teeth in your wrist
Fuck the Peace and the Bliss I’m ripping them to pieces, fuck God’s Visions
I’m darkening the world with my shadow till everyone's lost in it

vs.

My fangs lacerate vital organs, squirting up blood like sharpened katanas
Taking pleasure licking flesh residue off my teeth in scarlet nirvanas
I blind you, searing your eyes out under arsenic waters-
with starving piranhas, giant gators and blood-gargling iguanas
Fiending soakin' in sulphuric acid baths~ soul-empowered with magma rain
Indulgence renders my gastric tract~ full-devouring gamma rays
My hunger shrieks for tigers, leopards, two lions and ten panthers
Werewolves that smell're repelled 'cause I carry the flu virus with six cancers
Chew lycans and spit rancor, infectin' with rapid evolving diseases
Wretchéd as hazardous solvents released within breath & this dragon's concomitant sneezes
Spreadin' his pathogen, oxygen ceases~ a venom-ingesting devil with horns
Who vomits up liquidous gastrics and pieces of victims in fleshless skeleton form
A seraphim's born when I swallow a feather then breathe out- dragon's breath
Basilisks form from the blood tricklin' down as my teeth gouge- Baptist necks
Still haven't built your wings~ heedless, this federation's flown higher
iLL Dragons built for kings~ breed in which respiration hones fire

Hell hellish demonic demon spawn talking tongues; slitting the oceans' throat
Basilisk knight conjested oath; battalion spikes slam on finger inch nails and bat boomerang feet (afoot)
Knights sliced in half with a bat boomerang claw maw; talk in tongues
Battle bats and vigilantes in the halls of ghastly black war; black metal swords spew red gushing blood
I'm a demonic demon rhetoric plague; spewed from the demonic devilish Nietzche doctrine of the devil
He was on another level; I froze a hellish demonic level beneath his feet; besieger intrigue -
For I sliced the hands and feet and tortured demonic hellspawns and demons and devils and psychics and genie's and djinn's in hell -
Demonic demon plague rhetoric doctrine spewed from a demon's serpent's basilisk omnipresent, omnipotent, omnificent tongue -
The fire in the eyes of the lord teleported as a wicked witch of the west to the eyes of the devil; he become blind -
For I ate the devil's heart, soul, holy spirit, and essence; turned hell's kingdom into his worst nightmare -
Collapsing the fiery hellish hell level he was upon; he fell as a hellish angel falling into a freezing lair of despair -
For I was there! With my demonic wizard spells; a cast from a black flask magic was trajedy in despair
For torture was in the air; as I tortured the devil in the air; skinned alive in despair!

For Hell was frozen over; and I had sex with many demon succubus's and woman..

Demonic sentence plague rhetoric doctrine spewed pestilence; cloaked in blue hell's fire destined king
Chewed a demon's demonic sentence spewed rhetoric doctrine to smithereens; purple dragon mystic king
I am the hot as heck spewed black flame in the knight/night of armor; torture karma with a scimitar and daggar
For it came to me from a lightning quick purple mirage in a beige desert; turned it into a white winter blizzard
I tortured karma; burning the demonic energy to biblical kings; in the purple monkey dragon mystic fling
For I am a blue genie, I am a purple psychic; spewing blue flames demonic rhetoric as pestilence
I taught a black and white purple and blue knight everything he knows; with his tattoo'd sword and shield
He was leveling into a golden knight of heaven's borene; till I killed him with heaven's sword
Played a harp at his funeral; tore his windepipe in half with a demonic sentence rhetoric pestilence laugh
Tore through his sheathe; sent him to hell where he burned in black and white and purple and blue night/knight hell's flame for eternity
For I am the psychic and genie from the dimension of heck; spewing pestilence
I am the sharp daggar knife's edge of talking in tongues sentences

[Sinacog]

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.

Dear Julius,

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


Signed,

Brutus

A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse
Toppin propaganda force fed to the populace
My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin' to preposterous
On top of this I move posteriors
Brother impoverished the pac shuries [?]
My process: accomplish through perseverance
Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance
Apprehension clouds the spirit
Tension prepares us for ascension
And at his best is when he breaks conventions
A convenient covenant coveted for conception
We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria
Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria
A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses
Molasses splashes explosive flows
Two exposed Pinochio's growin' nose
Composed of compost compositions
Those clothes are gettin' a little close fittin'
I stop this shit and I'm over-confident
The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance
A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin' shit

RED DRAGON rage from beyond the cage; arch bishop of lordship
Forgotten pen' from across the wind; sandstorm of rhymes; red lines
I'm the centaur of rap; the arch bishop of rap; the sandstorm of rhymes
I am the armed assassin; mathematical blastin' through sandstorms of glass
I'm beyond the armed arch bishop of lordship; pull the pen from the pocket protecter
I'm armed in the sector; with bioshock weapons to cryogenic cry the sesmic tension
Armed with Lugar Menaveur's and RPG'S; armed with sleeves from marty's and sartry's
The armed tectonic plate movement; move through blades of grass with assassin wrath
The sands of time hold my sandstorm; I handle light and life with universe
Cunieform; armed assasin blasting at elephants and sesimographs
I took a bullet for the 'NOTHING' sought something than blasted a nine
I am the student of rhyme with music and line; the lucid with rhyme
I'm the armed assassin; blasting cerebral weaponry; with hydro trajectory
I'm the cerebral telepathy; pointed the weaponry at horses and mystery
For I am the stone of death; the chorus of sandstorms and winter storms
Sinister horns; blistering storms in the midst of war; RED DRAGON

[Sinacog]

I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Everyone sees Marcus as Calm and Collected, The Average Joe Persona Perfected...
No real family Drama to Mess With, His Father and his Mom are Respected...
They were Pillars of the Community, as well as Leaders in the Church...
His Mom did the bake sales one sunday, Dad was a Pastor, a True Believer in his Work...
While Marcus did well in school n Excelled at Sports...Never reguarded as the Hellion Sort...
As a Teenager he Rebelled of Course, But nothing that landed him in Jail or Court..
In highschool he liked to Read and Write, Voted most likely to Succeed at Life...
At college; He was Perceived as Bright, The guy you would go to when you Need Advice...
By all accounts, He was Honestly Flawless, No Associations with the Dishonest or Lawless..
His Record was cleaner than a Monastry's Wall Is, He was Uncommonly Polished...
But behind this Nice Facade, there's a Darker Side that Marcus Hides...
That's cold blooded, Ice for Veins, with a Heart Inside thats Charred n Fried...
He lives Ensnared in Doubt; You see theres a monster with which he Shares his House..
But this monster never tries to Scare his Spouse, or even Dare Arouse..
The slightest suspicion that it Even Exists...So no one knows of this Heathen of His...
N' how it Sqeezes n' Twists at his willpower, Or sees the scars that it Leaves on his Wrists..
Even Marcus finds himself Tending to Steer away from his conscience, so he can Pretend that its Clear...
And yet Marcus still Winces in Fear, every time he catches a Glimpse of the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Its two in the morning, Marcus stares at his reflection, waiting for the Fear to Show...
But it doesnt come...So he zips up his jacket, takes a last glance at the Mirror and Goes..
Out into the moonlights Eerie Glow...Its so quiet and still, it sets a Peaceful Vibe...
But that tranquility is Deceitful Lie...Because nights like this are when the Beast's Alive...
Its narrow eyes; it Keeps em Wide, searching for an opening it can Sneak Inside..
In the darkness the Beast Resides; Sticking to the shadows he Creeps n' Hides...
Suddenly the beast Stops and Moans.."Ah yes.."...a window someone Forgot to Close...
He'd bet they would have nailed it shut if they had only known what the Monster Knows...
It climbs in and almost knocks over a Box of Clothes; He listens, but the sound doesnt Wake em Up...
The beasts heart starts to Race and Thud..He licks his lips, he can almost Taste the Blood...
His teeth and knife clenched; Prepared for Violence as he creeps up the Stairs in Silence..
He passes a door covered in pink stickers...Poor kid, She'll never again feel her Parent's Vibrance..
Probally an Adoring Daughter; He stops at the last door..from inside the sound of a Snoring Father...
He busts in its a Gory Slaughter..Blood flows like a busted sink thats Pouring Waterr\\...
They'll never live to a Ripe Age... Atleast he judges by the blood on his Knifes Blade..
He stands and starts to clean his knife as he watches their eyes glaze as there Life Fades...
There death is Savagely Clear..The news tomorrow will talk about the Massacre Here...
Marcus heads for the daughters room, and he can help but smile as he Passes the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...

There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong!

Born with the birthmark of the beast, commander in chief
March through Tartarus in blood soaked army fatigues
Wear a diseased heart on my sleeve
They say words are weapons, well I guess I'm armed to the teeth
Hung members of the nazi regime from rafters and beams
Committed to rhyme asylum with no chance of release
Blasphemous saints, iron straight jacket restraints
Spit fire that attracts the Moth Man to the flame
I'm an orphan of Chernobyl, come back from the grave
I'll put your freedom of speech in shackles in chains
We salivate hazardous waste
I swing Excalibur with the stone still attached to the blade
We're a nimble ninja clan sprinting over the surface
In sinking sand, rocking concrete timberlands
Roll militant in guerrilla tanks
My fist is rock solid breaking through Edward Scissorhands

Rhyme Scheme Flex
Be Ready For My Age Of Glory! A 'Deadly Emcee' On Stage With Blades Performing!
Murder Scenes!?!? I'll Make It Gory! Let's Just 'Cut To The Chase' Like Jason Vorhees!
I Was Put On This Earth To Stay Enforcing The 'Lyrical Law', Don't Be Lame Or Boring!
Cus' I'll Make Sure Your Brain' Is Pouring Enough Blood For Me To Paint A Story!
My Veins Are Coursing With The Game's Endorphines! So Take My '2 Cents' Till' You Raise A Fortune!
But If You Turn To Bitches I'm 'Burning Bridges' When My Flames Are Scorching!
Some Say I'm Too Insane And Morbid! Filled With Rage And Torment! To Make you Fakes All Forfeit!
My Ways Are Horrid! I'll Open Your Stomach With Blade And Chainsaw Just To Taste Your Organs!
My One Code is to Slay Remorseless! No Restraints I'm Cordless! I Even Pray On Orphans!
So Start Staying Dormant! I'm The Type To Leave You *Dead* On A 'Saturday Night' Like Tracy Morgan!
I've Been Training With The Greatest Forces! Moving Swiftly With The Grace Of Orchids!
I could Crack Rock, And Break A Fortress! My Chi Alone Shifts And Shakes A Forrest!
My Elite Technique Assures I Sing To Sleep All You Weak Emcees When I Merely Create A Chorus!
And I Don't Discriminate, I Eliminate Any Waste Of Space Whether They're From The States Or Foreign!
Take This Warning! As A Sign Like When Tornadoes, Earthquakes, And Hurricanes Are Forming!
That I'm A Beast Who Can't be Tamed Or Cornered, Leaving The Scene Spraying Agent Orange!

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SWAG AND FLOW

I laugh with silly raps, I got 'money on this cat' when this pussy cat let's the milli zap
This is the web, but I'll hit you with silly CAPS, I'll 'book this faggot in the face' then we'll call it EVEN in war - it's Odyssey the /Iliad!
My name is Andrew, but I'll light the Tommy! I'll 'POP you with the Mag' and fight your mami'!
This Mexican will catch a righteous homi/! And when I grab my pen and notebook, I'll have you 'see the light with darkness' like Light Yagami!
I'll kill you with the book of life, I have abrasive notes! I'm brilliant, while you're so dumb/ I'll kill you with laymen quotes!
I'm a christian, I pray in oath! The 'Holy Ghost will make you ghost' I have faith in hope!
I'm a ZING! My power will rise! I'll have you 'run for the hills' like the prophet Moses - you're amounting (a mountain) to die!
I'll have sex with your girl, loud with a cry! I have a 'ton of respect' and I'll take every ounce of your pride!
I'll fuck your girl, silent in bed! Forget matics, using pencils as blades is how I get violent with lead!
I'm righteous as threat! I'll have your 'crew dropping like flys' for trying to be fly on the web!
I'm a dope writer, I don't pride fakers! I'm a pacifist that spits venemous, a cried quaker!
My snake's flame will turn you to nine vapors! My 'laser will kill your blade' that's a LIGHTSABER!
I'm pleasing with nirvana! I'm a demi-god, eating a lasagna and pleasing with your moma!
I'm deeming as a problem! The blade hook will have you 'swimming with the fishes' until you're EATEN BY PIRANHAS!
I rock with raps, I assault the mics! I got blades and guns, and I'll revolt with spikes!
My salt is pride! I'm a racist mexican, I'll 'grab a blade and cut white' like Walter White!

vs Radius

Let's dissect the meaning of your name, take a look into Rad's past
the current state of rap is booty, well now... that makes you half-assed
plus you're mad gassed, guess you just do what you felt you got to
like quotin' yourself in your sig 'cuz no one else will jock you
no one else'd want to, except to display wackness of all sorts
and educate kids on how to avoid creating disses that fall short
Radius is All Sport, I'm Gatorade when it comes to rap
but I'm thirstin for blood now, yo man sorry it's come to that
but I'ma' pummel Rad, leavin this kid battered & bruised
bitch smackin this dude, & have the whole league laughin at you
you even got half of a clue? just a lonely man with no crew
which means you're the only one who ever gets mad when ya' lose
it's actually sad cuz it's true, we know Rad's loss is expected
people call you hot but only 'cuz you're gettin dropped in a second
you're a lifetime loser, everything you've ever spit is wack
we'd still see an L on your head if you was wearin' a Wizard's cap
admit it jack, I'm spittin facts, it's time you accept it man
everyone sleeps on you, only rapper with narcaleptic fans
R's pathetic and, 'bout to cry as I pound him like some pussy
the only vet on the Net that's still soundin' like a rookie
ain't no love lost here, now I got ya' feelin sick and hollow
pride's a bitch, huh? 'cuz you don't know if you should spit or swallow

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

A Beast unleashed on the World here to Feast on a Soul,
Stepping to elders these Siblings are Bold,
That can get ya Head Severed before Reaching the Goal,
Blackness Scripted with Coal, Learn Teach then Get Old,
You will never find someone that can Preach it this Cold,
I'm a celestial being Bringing you Hopes,
The mystic metaphysically riddled with Glistening Orbs
that are Quick to Explode on contact to Stricken your Corpse,
My flows deep got you Sinking like Holes,
like a drug on the street got you Fiending for More,
Powerful enough to get the curse from a Demon Revoked,
Virtually scoped If you See me you Choke,
Savage Minds in a dream Freezing and Cold,
Vanquishing time before you Even the Score,
Your basic literature skills aren't enough to combat a Speech that is Gold,
You barely entertain people after hearing your tracks the major Feeling is Bored,
A savage Doomed and Curse my raps are a gavel banging Stupid Hos,
Viewed a Ghost Astral Travelling to the Darkest Parts of the Universe,
A galactic warrior Teleported into Varios Arenas,
posting letal scriptures Altering Shape like Amoebas that can be Fathal to Lemurs,
Battle with roman kings in the Face of Athena,
unleashing a Tidal Wave at Plaguing Hyenas on the pasture with posture like Gay Ballerinas,
I am Cool with Akon, visually bring heat flame on, lyrics busting like Nukes and A Bombs,
The Shark of Satan smoking weed in Eight Bongs, composing calm mark the Spot and Napalm,
Conquer whatever you put the Faith On, We the classic you Oldschool like Pheatons,
The Invincible Father of Evil and Corruption,
Ridicule Imposters Critically Slaughtering Peons in Obstruction, Metaphysically altering Eons of Destruction,
Been Kicking it in Deep space so its imposible for you to See me in your Junction,
My style Drops like an Avalange of Boulders to scatter the top of your Broken Shoulders,
In this war your will to survive is weak like some Hungry Soldiers,
You're bashed like getting jumped and raped by a Hundred Ogres,
As you can see I direct traffic like Semaphorse Writing a Verbal Verse while juggling Several Chores,
SO in a timed battle with me youre chances are slim like a lazy shagy trynna stop an Infernal Ghost,
Unremembered Troll You'd prolly Forever Boast about getting every netcee Members Toast Severed and Roasted,
But this time you came across A malevolent spirit Unfolded who laughs at all the Letters you Posted,
There is no buying this one so you Better Oppose It, These lines dig through hearts on the Center Encrusted,
Swift like Canibals when I decide to Grip these Animals,
A Psychologist would say these lines are Simply Maniacal used to stitch together the Lips of Hanibal,
Angry Mobs Invoke the Devil and get Hit with Cannon Balls,
when it comes to the levels I'm fantastic UnSeen like Canibus, Aquatic on the Sea like Platypus,
Gods among my silouette the Perfect Personification
There is no stopping when I Erect my Concentration,So lethal me N my equal shall Battle in Hell as Compensation,
Endless Mutations throughout this Intense Conversation sharp enough to Disect your Imagination,
Commence Devilish Meditation while simultaneously Directing the Energies in Cemetries and Congregation,
A Text Infestation beyond the Next Revelation deflecting any Immensely Perplex Contestation,
Fascinating lyricals that fall under the umbrella of modern science Including Astronomy,
From a School of sharks awaiting to devour a country with a Reducing Economy,
There is no infecting my system the godly cure was permanently Infused Biologically,
See through your organism Ultra Sonically, Bionically,Disintegrate your Troop to Anatomically,
A Oozing Anomally, Cruising Abnormally get you Entombed Catastrophically,
while You struggle to keep up a winning streak Loosing Periodically...
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*NOMUSIC

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the brain is 80% water thats why this god is a step ahead
using pencil utensils as ammunition when shot check the lead
hitting spots often as fat bitchs with cakes plugging clots
budging not, shine making the sun look like a megawatt
beating me, more likey to cross a black cat and win the megapot
you suck alot, I'm making you kick asteroids fuck kicking rocks
ya niggas trying to lynch, I'm sending ya back picking cot
most of yall "front" im leaving yall on the handicap side of the parking lot
your plot falls when fought, trying to jot shakespeaure but your farcing thoughts
can't "run" with me ill kidnap mothernature to burn your forrest flames make it hot
wanna Jouce? use a sword ill use your blood as ink to penetrate (penatrait)
an eternal vampire sucking blood couldn't take me down with 7 stakes
eat my heart show up at heavens gate not safe even heavens sake
noah's ark forgot this snake slightering in the grass biting a reverands face
venemous with a blade in his mouth sharp spitting fangs
your talentless crew get cut use a angels harp slitting gangs
melodies off note, so stick to being a thug packing totes
your jelling me can't cope, leave ya wit stiff throat, never rapping quotes
your feeling hope? thats like a alcopone not feeling dope
so these jabs make ya hit the ropes, mic tyson of this shit thats all he wrote

I'm converging with self emerging thoughts of earning a daily living
with rhythms given to me as a gift but as the world is turning
my mental's burning and no one is concerning that CREAM I'm yurning
my excursions is urging, so through the streets im learning
that selling coke and imported smokes is the way you control the rope
of this everlasting tug of war with life, to strive we got to pull and cope
but even then i'm sleeping on a flower bed at times
should I pump the lead to get the sour bread or rhyme?
if it comes to a solution, either one I'm fine
praying to God, but sometimes i wanna resign my mind
physical and soul to Lucifer through that have I crossed the line?
choosing a yellow road I have no control will I ever exhaust the bind?
that has kept me blind from advantages hope it breaks and vanishes
and causes no more damages to my cerebral management
and get my mentality straight to earn a decent salary
because in reality I navigate to get my high horse on a cavalry
but everything life pushes towards me is like a cinder block
trying to push with arthritis will make the sender pop
and drop, lose all of his confidence in his Individuality
the only who's mad at me is me and that be my fatality
so is it time to cause casualties through the right hand of my faculty
or sail the violent sea, I wonder where the facts will lead
I'm passed grief, right now I can barley afford to breath
I'll pick it randomly out of a hat which goal will my sword achieve?

Rip your bones from your cartilage, my brain I'm hardly with
I'm insane with Marley's gift, break you with a cane till your partly stiff
Your head I'm marking it for target practice no olympic matches
hit your balls with rackets leave you fucked and backless like im pimping Atlas
Crafted from God's design so I split rhymes like 9 nines
f**k fine women, yours a nickel mines a fly dime
till i dipped her in liquid nitrogen and scraped her face off with 5 knives
never see her face again, till I rape and do the same to my 5 wives
I stay vibed with Nitric acids to desenigrate
skin from muscle, and steal breaths like to hyperventilate
your intestines and heart sure look good on my dinner plate
and the swine arent smart to f**k with a sinners hate
I take the whole NYPD and make them choke on 20 keys
free rikers isle now the streets are full of unfriendly G's
we kill all the fake MC's running around causing a mockery
give them a box of fees for talking hypocrisy
but I'm a living monarchy, and yall niggas are phillistines
and my art is creating killing schenes made from the guoillotines
a evil elohim, fuck it I got a basement full of med evil torture devices
and when i take your girl and torch her at the stake your face is priceless
hit all the old rappers with spiked bats and put them in a mid life crisis
Im just the nicest, creating pain is my strife of enlightment
cold as a winter fleece, as you can see im not a curtious beast
ill skin you from your head to you feet im literally a muderous MC

Following horsemen as demon, I carry a swordsman's sword; fire smorgasbord of force
Extra rhythmic force, chew endorphins and spit them out as needles and gumption points
Harness chakra of the seven Gods, welt facade's, tell my God; to give me Jobs
Sit and sob, paying homage to old devils and gin's with black magic and deceiving tricks
Smorgasbord of fire, force of chokes to sires, lord provokes the choir, of melancholy drama
Bell's of folly dharma, bell's of jolly karma, drink the elixir from the northern stars of solemn
Belt the bell's of dharma, selt to hell for karma, my blade works a charm, sea the smile on faces
Vile and racists, in denial of cases, turn hell's flame and hell's death to cold cases
Bold faces in dismay, cold cases are in vain, prostrate to God for seldom taught fond
seldom taught God, caught hands of times in demonic clasp, wrote a Rorschach test in blood
give me love from the seven seas, white cum gushes from the seven seas, helpless seen
Bells of greed, helpless pleas, synchronicity for relinquishment from Sodom and Gommorah
Spanish demon, help the asthma; felt the drama of star dusts and star pixie's battling demons
They fell benign behind a time, seldom plots; help the sought of land of promises
land of promises, solemn hope for evilish causes of defeat and agony
the streets of atrophy matter cease, sea tales of solemn plots create a sea dog's tale
creating wonders and star dusts of animals and serpents, create seraphim's and angels
seraphim's and angels strangle golden halos, rainbows and serpents conjure white and black magic
black magic, casts upon leprechauns and gin's; gin's grin ceases at prolonged dawn of relinquishment
cease the rift, crevices of serpents and conjuring gin's crawl from the surface of bottomless pits
hell freezes over to demons of seldom scenic plot; red polka dots, a siren's song and sea dog's tale
hell freezes over to a demon ariskima; ceases torturous acts of blade and gumption
succulent nectar of the devil is sucked by dragons and gin's; masochist exorcists
tragedy blackness thick, sadness and havoc glimpse; practice with matchstick lips
faggots of amnesty, armistice's and effigies; relish in battles and war; settle scores with metal swords
fought a horsemen, under the ballad of the northern lights; force of plight; force to die
source of night, cometh o' night; feasts on krakens and white sperm whales, burn sails
burn poltegeists and holy ghosts; holy ghosts are rose from the graves and urns of another
winter has hell's flame, a bell's name; self rain; tears of joy are shed on winter snow
sinister glow, serpents conjure black magic with white magic; jungle serpents slither in crevices
as the earth is flat, we settle it's negligence, serpents with severed spit
earth and it's negligence, surface a testament, we learn from the testaments
discern from the negligence, learn from a sentence shift, burning the echelon..

Demon swordsman reaping corpses, sieze remorseless; freezing forces with gleaming darkness
Slashing his sword as a marksman, a million carcasses; fly in a heartless catharsis
Freezing catharsis; hell's mouth opens; opening and summoning the sought of devils and demons
Severing heathens, gleaming catharsis rose from the darkness; hold darkness heartless
Gleaming darkness, hold twin swords in scimitar unison; slash a gin in half; than laugh
laugh at beaming catharsis; gleaming darkness beckons devils and demons; angels are screaming
the mouth of lions open as locusts swarm, swollen harps of angels and seraphim's sing solemnly
the night freezes in freezing glee and glacier; the night is cold as days burn
summoning wolfs and gin's; genie's with scythes and devils with pitchforks and swords
sick force remorseless; forces combine; we bury a handsome price under succulent scallawag
heartless darkness; dark catharsis; gleaming darkness; see the darkness
I see the darkness god created; prince of darkness; with a sword as gleaming marksman
See the heartless, spewing jargon from a serpent's tongue; serpent's spit spits at pray
omniscient wing, potent parable spitter; sonnet slinger, bondage ringer; ring a round the rosy
solemn hands, solemn plan; made a swear on the promised land; as a honest man; conquered sand
sought demands; knowledge stands; scribe on the tree of life; darkness forever surrounds black
somber demon; sought a legion of talking heads; brought them vexed; conquered death
sought a breath; sought what's left; vexed disposition; set intuition; schism of wisdom
sword swallower; hallow fire; threw Hercules in the lion's den; Samson smiled and solemn plan
conquered man, honored man; swallow land; swallow sand; swallow water; swallow rain
swallow ships; swallow fish; swallow bread; swallow juice; Adam and eve sinned when they bit the fruit
legion of angels wielding bows and arrows battle demons and devils; semen is reveled
gleaming on levels; appeasing the devil; legion of scarecrows; shoot bows and arrows with air flow
sought jealous woes; envious as the color of green grass; molasses a sticky situation; sucked the syrup
scarabs design revel in ancient Egypt; scorpions sting pyramid tips; a seer with a gift
gleaming with gifts; gleaming with rifts; conquered islands and promised lands; with white flags and swear words
cursive writing; stand enlightened; brandish knives with daggers and scimitars; quench the dark
sinister serpent; wordless monologues with gin's and genie's and devils and demons; swordsman of quench
burning a crypt; learning a gift; swallowing waves of ocean and water; somber the harbor
masochist; swallow thousand ships; island of ice and fire; beckon bright eon lights of life
sea the night; sea the day; burning rays of monuments and plagues; sea the day with rays of light
save the night; save the light; brandish knives with swallowed scythes; conquered nights
ponder life; sought the bright lights of eon and neon; sea spawn of sea dogs; release water
sea dogs release jargon; green yellowish sparrow dragons spit fire and flames at fire terrain
the sire is named; higher in rain; vile is snape; the chime of a bell marks hell's storms and ice storms
hell's blizzards are colder than God's heart; embark on fiery quests of vengeance and resplendence
conquer tangent times; of harbored knifes and scimitars; sin is dark; sin is plague; kin the night
serpents and dragons devour each other in a box; liquid swords slash against burning swords
learn from lord; learn accord; sparrows of gluttonous resplendence; conveted the testaments
sparrows shoot spit and fire at cats and dogs; it's raining cats and dogs; resplendence is remembered
in the winter December; there are flowers of splendor; joyous terrains of green grass and envious serpents
Seraphim's spitting incense incest parables and stories; forsee the oceans blue and sky's red
Sirens sing beautiful songs; render fishermen and sea dogs hopeless love sails boat; well float
oceans blue sharks feasts upon penguins and fish; seasons of wish; whisp away snowflakes upon snow angels
glow halo's; glow halo's; quote tables of disciples with mouth full of serpents; surface serpent of eden
selfish repose; serpents and foxes defeat gin's and genie's; sea the seasons change
for when the ocean cry's; the tears are rain; sweeping down on the green terrain..

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… Welcome To “LUCIFERS DUNGEON” - THIS SERVICE IS FREE”... now tell me “WHOS GOT THE NUTS & THE COURAGE TO BEEF?” just say when. & you’d get “Bombed on the spot” worse than any “NUKE’S THAT THE RUSSIANS CONFIRMED TO RECEIVE!” yall gon have a harder time “Dealing Wit This Contract Killer” on anything “YOU’VE WRITTEN UP” - LIKE THE TERMS HAVE BEEN BREACHED, Cause the way this “Cattle Get Taken By The Beam”, youd think them stories about the “MOONMEN ABDUCTIONS RESURFACED THE SCENE!!”// you’re “In over your heads, Dawg”, the “TRUTH IS YOU’VE SUMMONED THE CERBERUS BEAST” & now all you “Little Bitches Gettin Bagged” like “POODLES TO TUCK IN A PURSE WITH A LEASH!” we wouldnt see these “Kids Carrying A Full 9”, In a “GROUP OF SUM SLUTS, OR SOME SURROGATE TEENS” & the way im quick to “*CliqueBOW* on the spot?” Yall would “aSSUME ITS A RUG AND A TURBAN I’D NEED!"// But hold up, lets get to the “ROOT OF DISCUSSIONS”, like something “GROOT WOULD OF DONE WHEN REHEARSING A SPEECH!" get comfy. we bout to have more “Cross Examining Going On” Than A “BUDDHIST & MONK IN A CHURCH WITH A PRIEST” Wit a “PEW FULLA NUNS IN A SERVICE TO PREACH!” this storys got more “UnderCover Snakes”, than if “meDUSAS THE ONE THAT WAS PURCHASIN WEAVES!” cause the fact of the matter is, this “Public Affair Involves More Characters” than the fucking “MOVEMENTS OF TRUMP WHEN HE WORDED HIS TWEETS!!".. (allow me to explain)..// see I was the first to say Rohaans “BOO WAS A SMUT THAT WOULD JERK ON HER KNEES!" told him our battle aint the only time I left a "Pussy Sore For Days".. Only... with Jessica? I was "BRUISIN HER GUTS & HER CERVIX & SPLEEN!" then to "Top it all Off" I sent him “PROOF SHE WAS SUCKIN N SLURPIN MY D”, even though the fact that Ro's been "USED AS A PUPPET - IS KERMIT & TEA?" when I say it's "Funny, he wanted to stay in the picture".. I aint talking about the most “HUMOROUS PUNS YOU COULD SEARCH IN A MEME!!!”// first he claimed he was a “GOON IN THE CUT WIT THE BURNERS” - BUT SHEESH!!” that was a bigger “twist to this squares true colors” than havin Rubix “CUBES TO ADJUST THAT YA WORK TO COMPLETE!” & even though I had warned Jessica that eventually “YOU’D GET THE HUNCH” - LIKE THE PERSIANS HAD SEEKED? ya bitch still had me “Bustin so many Kids in the downstairs Area”, It'd remind you of the times there were “JEWS THAT WERE DUCKIN THE GERMAN REGIMES!!!"// Then the way he came back "THROUGH JUST TO “CUFF IT” - WAS WORSE THAN POLICE!” there's much “Water under that bridge” I was like, How’s the “VIEW FROM THE HUDSON? - WE HEARD IT WAS NEAT!” but im guessing that was a “Harder pill to Swallow” than all the ones he “CHEWED AND HE CRUNCHED WHEN HE LEARNED THAT SHE CHEATS” cause now, the way he “Deads the issue everytime I dig that Up”, you'd think who I was “reMOVING WAS -DOUG- WITH THAT DIRT THAT WE’VE SEEN!”(rip)..// I Told him “Step outta line, & get taught a lesson”, im like a “ZUMBA INSTRUCTOR DETERMINED TO TEACH!” then outta nowhere, Ro started “RUMORS AND SUCH”, said I had “WOUNDED WHO’D JUST GIVEN BIRTH TO MY SEED?" I guess since he didn’t “Have a leg to stand on” he found anything to “USE AS A CRUTCH” - LIKE A NURSE WOULD RETRIEVE” but the only problem is, trynna “Make that point, was more of a Long Shot” than what players would hope to “proDUCE IN THE CLUTCH AGAINST BYRD OR KAREEM!”// These “Problems are on Site” like Jessica's “NUDES OF HER MUFF WHEN HER PERSONALS LEAKED!” yall will know this “Body is an Ab-solution” w/o “DOIN SUM CRUNCHES FOR CERTAIN PHYSIQUES!” these “Small fries'll get Served”, like “FOOD THAT WOULD COME WITH THE BURGERS AND CHEESE!" & since this "LOSERS A SCRUB?" the way hes quick to get "Mopped when I clean House", You'd almost think that ive “inCLUDED THE SPONGES - DETERGENTS AND BLEACH!" plus Liz already showed us the “PROOF THAT THE DRUGS HAD HIM URGIN TO FIEND, but I guess it aint the first time Rohaan “Wanted that smoke, only to go and blow it”, cause in our last match, he got “aBUSED LIKE THE SUBSTANCE HE BURNS - DMT!”// Mann, the people used to “Trip out over that Wave”.. but your “CRUISE SHIP HAD HUNDREDS OF VIRGINS DECEIVED” cause when “EUNICE CONDUCTED RESEARCH OF YA SCHEMES?" she found you’ve been “Floating by on someone elses craft”, like the “CUBANS HAD DONE WHEN ALERTED TO LEAVE!” thats when we saw “Rowin some deep Waters”.. cause after the “NEWS OF IT “SUNK IN” - he realized those “caNOES HE WAS STUCK WIT WERE VERSES A FLEET!” he could only “Land off the work of Others” trynna “DO WHAT COLUMBUS WAS FIRST TO ACHIEVE” & what I dropped? “Brought more bodies on deck” than the entire “CREW OF THE DUTCHMAN IN TURBULENT SEA’S!!"// & the Vatos?.. more of a “LUDACRIS BUNCH” THAN DISTURBIN THE PEACE!” if “RoMen Are Established” Like the “NEWEST AUGUSTUS EMERGED FROM HIS GENES?” way I ”Roll out to leave a body Stretched” you'd think I came “THROUGH AND HAD FUNDED THESE HEARSE LIMOUSINES!" they wouldn’t see this many “DUDES IN THE TRUNKS” - SINCE THEY SURFED ON A BEACH!” so I suggest you find a “New placement for ya Cabinet” & aint talkin 'bout “MOVIN A BUNCH OF YA FURNITURE B”, or else yall bout to see a true “Alpha Kappa Whole Squad” w/o needing “STUDENTS TO JUMP IN FRATERNITY TEAMS”!!!// Lets be real, we all seen him “LOSE WHEN JUDGES ADJOURNED AND AGREED” - the BROOMSTICKS WERE SNUCK IN - “CONFIRMED AS A SWEEP!” but then he got his “CREW JUST TO RUSH IN & VERDICT HIS PIECE!” the way they had to “Band together to show Support", even brought out the “FLUTES AND THE TRUMPETS” plus some “aCOUSTICS & DRUMS - WITH A VERSE FOR THE LEAD!” but the only thing that showed us? was that your “Empire was built off so much Lyon, Fam”.. I wouldnt be surprised if “reCRUITMENTS WERE UP & THEY MERGED VNE” wit “LUCIUS - HIS SONS - AND THEY WORSHIPPED HAKEEM”!!!// Bitchhhh, my “Staff ready to Spark”, our “soLUTION IS SOMETHING THATS MERLIN EXTREME!” plus the way Liz “Conduit was Shocking” and we knew it would “RUIN YA BUZZ” - SINCE YA “CIRCUIT WAS WEAK!” but if anyone sayin yall making “MOVES WIT THE PLUG?” - they talkin bout “comPUTERS & STUFF TO INSERT IN MACHINES!” Cause tana already "Exposed Live-Wire Only Outlet" for imPROVEMENT WAS MUNCHIN FROM “CURRENT” ELITES! what im trynna say is, the way you've been "Amp’d off someone else’s Groundwork” is worse than any electrician following “CLUES & INSTRUCTIONS TO EARN THEIR DEGREES”!!// this pussy got “Sonned by the Daddy-Yo”.. the way we saw little “JUNIOR CONFRONTED - CONFIRMED THE BELIEF!" only way we'd see a “Pioneer in those neck of the Woods” was if you catfished as Daniel “BOONE & WERE HUNTIN FOR BIRDS IN THE TREE’S!!" Bitch they call me #Death! My Charcoal Hearts Fulla “RUTHLESS - CORRUPTION - PERVERSION & GREED” so it dont matter if it’s “SUPERMAN - GRUDGE - WHETHER DIRTY OR CLEAN”, I “LOOSEN THE BUTTONS - THE SHIRT N THE SLEEVES” & “Get off on the wrong foot with ANYONE, Princess”, Like Prince Charming with a “SHOE WHEN HE’S RUNNIN IN SEARCH OF HIS QUEEN”!! So, now you know why they all say it... LOSING JUST MUST BE ALLERGIC TO ME! …

That wordplay about bein' "MAPPED OUT LIKE GLOBAL ELITES"?.. made me want to DIE INSIDE.. and CRY AT SIGHT.. then SNAP OUT MY CHROME 2 HIS TEETH!!.. LetsBeef could TRULY USE HIS ABSENCE, 'Cause SAANZ is a FRUITY DUDE AND FAGGOT, So while he has his HEAD N' HIS DICK CLASPED, Imma stick the TECH IN HIS BITCH ASS, teach 'em RESPECT WITH A PIMP SLAP- N leave this "Bitch Bawlin' on the Net" like SNOOPY SHOOTIN' BASKETS~ what's he tryna TROLL ME FOR? SHIT, the guy keeps "checkin' out" my profile like a fucken GROCERY STORE LIST!.. his shit's an AVERAGE OF ONE MIC. his mom has thoughts of knockin' his MOUTH TO THE PAVEMENT, while shoutin "GET OUTTA THE BASEMENT.. and BASK IN THE SUNLIGHT!!".. frail from no physical activity n' he couldn't BENCH PRESS A POODLE!.. I was lookin' for a rapper worse than Lil B- and the "search is over" like I CLICKED 'X' TO GOOGLE~ YEA, I haven't seen much on LetsBeef yet-- but I know GARBAGE WHEN I SEE IT.. the way he stalks my page I PONDER IF a PART OF HIM LIKES PENIS- THOUGHTS OF GARGLIN' MY SEMEN?.. get him HARDER THAN MY ZENITH?.. maybe COCK TO HIM is CHOCOLATE and he GOBBLES IT LIKE REESES?.. regardless my FISTS WRAPPED N' GAUZE to SPLIT HALF HIS JAW, have this KID ASKIN' GOD if he'll LIVE PAST HIS DOG!!.. and he'll reply NO cus the CLIPS FROM BURSTS'LL SKEW BRAINS n' TEND TO SQUIRT A DUDE'S FACE-- so with each CAP 2 HIS NECK n' BLAST THRU HIS CHEST, I'm "Robbin' SAANZ of Time" like PRINCE OF PERSIA BOOTLEGGED!!.. SAANZ, bro, you sound LIKE A DUMB WIGGER?.. and No, you're not as nice as SPIKE OR THUG KILLER?!.. your words make no sense, LIKE A TONGUE TWISTER?.. so keep your fuckin' TRAP SHUT, 'fore I STRAP UP, to SMACK SLUTS with MAC TRUCKS- and accidentally STRIKE YAH ONE SISTER??! Could I have any less doubt that this DUDE IS PIMPLE-PRICKED, when I KNOW THIS SITE is his ONLY LIFE-- when he TROLLS DAILY.. treats it like his OWN BABY.. and has EXCLUSIVE MEMBERSHIP?!?! watch as his LIFE FORCE FAULTERS G, when SAANZ is eat up by the NINE-HORNED MONSTER BEAST, with SHARPENED TEETH, who WANNA FEAST-- that ROCKS THE RING N' leaves 'em "Tappin' Out" like iPHONE POP-UP SCREENS!!.. I can't picture 'em FACIN' HIS MOM, when his DAD PROBABALLY BEATS HER for RAISING HIM WRONG, then CLAIMS IT'S HIS FAULT.. But guess what happens when I BLAST OFF WIT THE BEAMERS, stomp this FAG'S JAW WITH ADDIDAS, "School him over the web" like ARACHNOLOGY TEACHERS, when his feet're SLASHED OFF with HACK SAWS, STASHED ALL with his CRACKED SKULL IN THE FREEZER?!.. That's when I find his CORPSE FROM THE STREET, drag the FRUITY BITCH by his BOOTY LIPS, then tie him with a ROPE TO A TREE, so he can "Hang-Over the grass" like the fucken dirt HAD SHOTS OF TEQUILA~ you gonna be a RAPPER? MAYBE?.. Ya might have the PASSION OR WILL, and the smallest FRACTION OF SKILL- but you LACK 'EM MAINLY, N' if you try to SCRATCH OR PHASE ME, I'll SMACK YA PLAINLY, and HAVE YA SCALING upwards "Like a rocket", so you can say "A RAPPER GAVE ME NASA TRAINING!!"~ You'll never be OFFERED THE HONK OF A HOOTER- the girls're turned OFF FROM YA SNOT OR THE TUMOR, my GOD, YOU'RE A LOSER.. your FATHER WAS NEUTERED.. the one thing you haven't turned OFF'S YA COMPUTER!!.. So stop ya FAGGOT PUNCHES, 'fore yah get eaten up like CAPTAIN CRUNCH N' end up in a DRAGON'S STOMACH, 'Cause at your level I'm NEVER DOWN TO FUCK WITH.. It's best you do what you haven't done for MONTHS NOW- go to your 'Start' menu, find 'SHUT DOWN', or PRESS THE POWER BUTTON..

[Sinacog]

explored the colony , discovered an amazing place, now I travel to work on a hover train in space,
my job is to harvest specimens, that contain a trace, of the minerals earth needs to be obtained and replaced,
this profession has given me fame and my name is embraced, but on the inside I feel so ashamed and disgraced,
for my actions I should be detained in chains and restraints, sometimes suicide seems to be the only way I can make an escape,
there’s a pain in my face, developed a twitch in my eye, when I signed my contract I was a victim of lies,
I soon tried to quit and was quickly denied, but that’s what happens on the moon when value systems collide ,
I was given a bribe a lavish dwelling that my division provides, but I really want to leave so it feels like a prison inside,
my soul is so deceased but the mission survives, before I took this assignment I should have listened to Clyde,
he wanted to convince me he tried, he knew something was wrong, when they told me none of my associates would be coming along,
instead I have to work with robots that emit a humming so strong, that I often sing songs to prevent from becoming withdrawn,
I was conveniently sworn, to secrecy about my work, it had to raise eyebrows when I ordered a thousand shirts,
here at the lab it’s like I’m always around a nurse, these androids are caring for babies that weigh a pound at birth,
they’re property of the corporation, born for only one purpose, to be fully dissected and have their minerals purchased,
and it’s my job to separate whats nutritionally worthless, from what’s profitable by mining their physical surface ,
this pitiful service , is performed on a daily basis, to maintain the earth lunar economic homeostasis,
this community’s an oasis, thats burgeoning with pilgrims, but the residents don’t know , that it’s funded by murdering children,
this facility produces hundreds of specimens a day, that are then quickly coated with a gelatin spray,
which makes it all the easier to have their skeletons splayed , stripped of nutrients , and sent off to Pelican Bay,
on rocket ships kept cold or the cells will decay, and that’s why I want to leave im living in hell if I stay,
I fell and I prayed , surrounded by god forsaken drones, they use my genetic material to make me into clones,
I was only chosen because it’s easy to duplicate my genome, I wish I could get on a ship that would give me a lift and just take me home ,
every day I kill myself, over and over again, the bodies are disposed of, i get no closure with them ,
so late at night when I’m alone in my den, all I really want is to be back at home with my friends,
they provided me with a female cyborg so I got companionship ,through intercourse she collects my DNA but it’s not compassionate ,
so I lay here and rot in all of this extravagance, and regret ever becoming a molecular analyst,
in an elaborate twist, I’m told my work will continue after my death,
a clone of me will take over and then HE will have these regrets

the more I explore the colony, the more disdain I have for this place, but yet still I travel to work on a hover train in space

[Sinacog]

Ask the Vatican is wack a Sin,



The panics in when I grab a pen, it's flame is red hot n' we've nvr been peers
You'd need Anakin to Man again plus the Aim of Deadshot when the Legend appears
In lamens im too Fly, insane w/ the moves guy, faster than 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, Im the only Rival. my techs move in haste n' by stealth
Fucka Broken Idol, I wrote da Bible after Coke & Five Pills then Excommunicated myself
Hwoarang w/ the Combos is a Savage beast, grabbin heat the blows kill n' wreck 'em
Shots twanggg w/ the Longbows. Kazama Beast with jagged teeth... no Jin in Tekken
You a Bottom Leech, don't gotta preach, anything I utter is a Handsome line
I'd rock Apollo's reach.. plus If I'm on a Beach it's Covered with the Sands of Time
I'll blaze shit then off a Bang, I'm Raiden & Bomberman maiming with modern hands
the hatred of Hollohan plus the Blades in Kitanas Fans couldn't Graze skin to Scar this man

Face it.. you've not a chance.

[Saint]

Sin, if you want to save RR HOF material there's a subforum in other archives here... that way you can do it once & be done w/ it.

[Sinacog]

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

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

the harder it's exposed, the harder to make true,
i'd rather just take two
moving through the oblongata to the navel:
that's a fucked up angle, like taking cuts from anvils,
*clink, clank* jump back,
remember the loving jangle of my mother’s bangles,
stuck in sandals;
never learned how to do up laces. grew up basic,
chewed up Asics, Pops, props: dude wasn’t faceless,
maybe just a fool, and ancient,
learnt the hues of a bruise in places
(still sometimes choose to taste it),
me i knew few faces, just knew the way which
was to pay my dues to be due a payslip,
accrued the patience, now move with sapience.
relaying wisdom and this verse ain't even written,
deconstruct the clock: you've a circadian rhythm,
disengage from the prison & find your way out the system.
take your time,
Time is bitten: consistent with these words and their mission,
you ain't the First, you a pilgrim,
fuck your purse and position!
understand it is written... you're; the words; all its fiction.
-- all the friction from the grind's quite worthless,
just to face-fuck anything that's divine: like earth is.
(mis)understand how blundered man is by times working,
timed work-slips, it's underhand... my spine diverges.
rhyme surgeon, a blind virgin took time learning
the eyes purpose obscures that which your mind searches.
whatever. doubt i'll ever know,
spit heat whatever the weather yo,
never let a beretta go,
yet better with clever flows
that'll end a pretender, no...
instead rock a headdress where holy feathers fold,
i wanna be about peace, or love. dead nouns
and Red Cloud(s) up where... only heaven knows.

Bereft, better days where I mention escape,
intention is great:
fail to follow through and momentum's erased.
Kinetic, contained - my method is flames
burning protests, white picketing fences again.
Ain't no revolution if the system you rend
draws a line to tell you where it's meant to begin,
I left you a pin, the grenade's in our locket, if
I'm late for dinner we can feign it's apocalypse.
Say little to lovers unless straight upon their lips,
stoic, a poet, but know the nature of my problem is
rooted in time I was a latent and harmless kid;
impatient but positive. Before ancient armour slid
across the limbs to betray prerogative,
blind to what the face of my father hid
- a mage with his parlour tricks made me apologist.
I may be a part of it if I stayed in the darker pits
of my mind. But strain through the loss and give
the remains of our carcasses to any who'd love you
till scent of your buds bloom and strength isn't subdued.
Pennies that punch through
the membrane's touch prove the pen isn't untrue.
Untrue?
Truth is honestly a cute anomaly used so sparingly,
youth has bothered me, since it left these bones,
cold speaks to leave its simple presence known
as my prints impress the snow. Hair is thinner.
Good thing I'm fond of the air in winter.

[Sinacog]

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Love and the gentle heart are one thing,
just as the poet says in his verse,
each from the other one as well divorced
as reason from the mind’s reasoning.

Nature craves love, and then creates love king,
and makes the heart a palace where he’ll stay,
perhaps a shorter or a longer day,
breathing quietly, gently slumbering.

Then beauty in a virtuous woman’s face
makes the eyes yearn, and strikes the heart,
so that the eyes’ desire’s reborn again,
and often, rooting there with longing, stays,

Till love, at last, out of its dreaming starts.
Woman’s moved likewise by a virtuous man.