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Dark Scriptures. Vol #3

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since 2008-12-03

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Toronto, Canada

0 posted 2009-01-07 02:52 PM

Life started in a circle
with a pentagram in the middle
My conception...
Left the 'egg' fertilized in a brothel
that transcends time like a castle.
Employees that phase out hope with herbal
I can’t shed anymore tears!
So a stand I make!
Shiver...
When sounds of bag pipes skim the landscape
I walk alone,
the desperado in my flow preaching a cipher
Expanding circular from my point of origin.
The beacon pinpoint's
death's ripples from my location
Thoughts that architect
the foundation for the next generation
I anchor my cravings in poems
cause I suck at painting.
So abundant they shatter my surroundings
and prevent me....
From peein on a burning orphan unless you paid me
A classic epidemic of Schizophrenic
Conversations turned angry
The subject... Giving a drunk diabetic
Christmas cane candy
I'm hooded-evil,
so evil even Hades can’t stand the sight of me
I'm lethal when I besiege you
like Julius Caesar
A simple life?
Fantasy...
The only thing I learned in elementary
Was to extensively end a dispute in fatality
Not my fault they hit the ground,
blame it on gravity
I thought it was a good idea to drive...
feeling tipsy!
Now the visual is...
crimson holes flowing from my hockey jersey
The chronic condition of drinking
has never been told so graphically
The black market buys and sells human organs
Old-fashioned fascism and anatomic Capitalism
I'm just trying to let yall know
That letting by-gones be by-gones
won’t stop the crimes
Cause when the slugs fly and the rivers dry
Your soul is the first thing going bye!!

I'll start this pilgrimage...in damnation
Battle-stations, ready the fierce trumpet
Ready the drumming boy
Folks, it’s a rush...when wild battles clash.
A man-at-arms suddenly sounds the night's alarm.
Thought's so ageless won’t withdraw
the chainsaw from a nameless maw
When I step in to a world, I show dominance
Abundant bitterness eclipses
the glimmering of greatness
Not far from the vivid avatar I seek to witness
Ever seen a body convulse...
To the rhythm of a heart's fast paced pulse
Cause of thoughts that were cherished,
turning out false?
Sudden spasm shakes the frame
a sound devouring as flame
A shame, thoughts alter perception
like a transvestite on the cross
My seed, lost.
My soul, crawls across 'bars'
and pours out 'sauce'
Glory of the rich...beyond dreams.
I seek injustice...
What I am you can’t alter,
alone or kneeing at the altar
But still...'Def' bows before no deities!!!
But still experiences awe under gods tapestry
and with things considered the greatest of mankind
My mind seeks degrees,
but is too high for the syllables to shine
The dawn dissolves in tears
beyond this gloomy atmosphere.
A far-off vision gazing clear
shuts us out with doubt and fear
Life is a perpetual lease with odorous peace
Burn down 'great chambers',
and I ain't talkin' about Solomon’s tomb
I mean the liquid cavern of the womb
where life comes out screamin
I'm talkin about a crescent moon up high
when you’re grounded down
so low no one can hear your cries
I'm talkin about Bush
marching orders that divided us
For over priced oil and a free nations crown
Obama is cheered throughout the world,
is that fame?
Can he remove the blackening stains?
Can he sweep away the remains,
of what once was into the sea?
An insanity plea it seems,
to live life free without an admission fee
Damn...that burns to the third degree,
a car in the wall at grand prix
Your name on a list of deportee's
or heaven's door reading "No Vacancy"
Not accepting the likes of even Ghundi

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