a lifescattered a gatherer of huntings haunting alluvial plains i cannot refrain from insanity my vanity uncontained by the reigns that feign to think what a waist of time not to sink into creative mud from above a dove of light cannot fight a ravens war torn crown of thorns worn on my neck like a noose in a pinch i am lynched from the mud lest i drown in the brown life of knowledge by the light that fails to fight i am flown to windblown caverns full of dimly lit suns and lives on the run from birth on this earth, not a place exia life
percussionper pp pp p p percussion per-percussion per per percussion percussive blasts back grenades fade to black at your end of days they liquefy your inner wayspercussion
as beats break on broken bones boots stomp in broken homes as soldiers searching here and there and children's mothers fear and care a bullet whizzing through the air it hits you with a tchhhhhhhhh p p p a flack jacket packet with a metal molded shell you take it on your chest an the weight has served you well standing, voice commanding, aim outstanding this you yell "damn you, go to hell!&
this cannot be emptyso ill be branded a bastard and a brigand faceless features obscured in future haze but these days the future holds no sway for fake thoughts lead the way into the towers of the 12 hour dawn world wide awakening, a true testament to theo-rhythmic life for love of the knife i play out this strife using beats and rhyme to cut through the rifle sights on the prize between your eyes cant use your mind, your hit with the lies pay attention, remember what you learned in school how to keep quiet and how to be cool you stuck to the trends and you played the foolthis cannot be empty
in this placewith all this decadence i am hesitantin this place
to boldly be benevolent or for my many sins repent for my time is better spent ignoring others false lament
for lives that they had no intent to share
and im there but you beware
im a peg that wont fit in your square because your fancy is fake no matter how fair so i will boldly bear the brunt of brutish bone breakers and i will bash the ivory bricks of the tower makers taking my time to break bread with the bakers of truth for sooth i say to thee think of naught but being free of tyranny and fa
your face
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THIS IS THE MOST HETERO DAY EVER!!
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