Layers and Layers and Layers and Layers

[Illume]

(Quick-ish Drop)


The egoist contorts the perspective's force,
Invective forged as reflective form,
Equals effective scorns.
'Respect is mine',
He's the defective kind,
Defects Define.
it's the sequel flick from 'Affected Child'.
A hard visage, disguise, defining visor,
Unequal, postured prose equals phallus wider.
Status: Higher.
Denigrate the weaker.
Evil's lethal.
So create another person afraid of people.
It's crude as diesel.
Im tryina prove this through this with objective reason,
To paint selective Edens where there are people people,
But my reason leads to separate legions,
Evils, demons and better theses.
Am I better? Jesus, regions of my perspective are wrecked with lesions,
Conflicted, even,
Erected steeples are spikes of heathens,
Like 'dykes are evil', am I right or inconsistent? reflective? Seethin?
Slip inside the mind of subjective bein',
Blind but listenin', see division, collectives
My aural focus creates these vocal notions Earth is broke and needs fixin,
and I hear in hertz that don't notice the total picture.
Fuck, I'm with ya but I'm just not with ya.
Explore the thoughts relayed, hit ya with cerebral spades,
And leave you struck in ways that'll have you fucked for days.
Maybe Im fixable,
Salient, insignificant,
Elated or miserable,
Nothin or pivotal,
Lovin or criminal,
Wack but still lyrical,
pitiful, mythical,
Shitty original,
Empathy's visible.
Truth is I'm all of you imbeciles.