wind patterns are digested til where every single gust leaves my internal self-infested//
tattered leaves hearten the terror that's manifested//
on the insides of my intestines- bile and disengaged tissue intertwine into a substance that's dense less//
then I throw up....
dark chasms of unparallel patterns, my mind is a acidic field of stalking phantoms//
haunted by a shadow of my jasmine- the scent of death and decay torment my nostrils passage//
it's hard to strike a flame when you're lighter is defected and your match-less//
but prophetz use the mentality of Venus to spark fire from the soul's deepest pit//
carols of war- sonnets of decapitationz- blood and tattered limbs paint this illustration//
ghastly images with possessive navigation- search for answers to a lost altercation//
live wires of war intercept conflicts amongst dormant nations//
peace and war are adjacent- one with out the other is simple imagination//
foul auras sprout from a dark source- mere men use idols to fight the force//
pummeled fists strike the sternum and vital nerves- pain is inflicted without remorse//
personality is often torched//
self and reality is often coursed in a child who's maternal guardians are divorced//
just another guinea pig in society's crash course//
whos dream am I helping to make a reality//
my pains and my horrors tend to shatter me//
live to die- the common known irony//
every tribe and nation is ran by tyranny- history will never depict the truth in a common man's diary//
these crooked rulers love war- so I've chanted to dark images to become a nocturnal spore//
to release nothing but gore- to alter the progress that is destined in biblical scores//
ripple in time- more like a fanatical whore whos clitoris is self-tore//
hollow endeavors burn to the depths of the inner core//
my fingernails are buried nine inches deep my craniums corridors//
I fight for hope- yet I ponder on the question "what for?"//
my siblings are blinded to my spoken ideologies//
despite the struggles documentaries//
the youth is weighed down with sexual activities- cuz only thru an orgasm do they feel important to sanity//
I fight the scoundrels of hypocrisy with deep vanity//
my whole vision lies within one three syllables of tranquility
prophecy.....//
eons of vacant battle-grounds resurface when I blow on trumpets to announce my rebound- WAR!!!
tattered leaves hearten the terror that's manifested//
on the insides of my intestines- bile and disengaged tissue intertwine into a substance that's dense less//
then I throw up....
dark chasms of unparallel patterns, my mind is a acidic field of stalking phantoms//
haunted by a shadow of my jasmine- the scent of death and decay torment my nostrils passage//
it's hard to strike a flame when you're lighter is defected and your match-less//
but prophetz use the mentality of Venus to spark fire from the soul's deepest pit//
carols of war- sonnets of decapitationz- blood and tattered limbs paint this illustration//
ghastly images with possessive navigation- search for answers to a lost altercation//
live wires of war intercept conflicts amongst dormant nations//
peace and war are adjacent- one with out the other is simple imagination//
foul auras sprout from a dark source- mere men use idols to fight the force//
pummeled fists strike the sternum and vital nerves- pain is inflicted without remorse//
personality is often torched//
self and reality is often coursed in a child who's maternal guardians are divorced//
just another guinea pig in society's crash course//
whos dream am I helping to make a reality//
my pains and my horrors tend to shatter me//
live to die- the common known irony//
every tribe and nation is ran by tyranny- history will never depict the truth in a common man's diary//
these crooked rulers love war- so I've chanted to dark images to become a nocturnal spore//
to release nothing but gore- to alter the progress that is destined in biblical scores//
ripple in time- more like a fanatical whore whos clitoris is self-tore//
hollow endeavors burn to the depths of the inner core//
my fingernails are buried nine inches deep my craniums corridors//
I fight for hope- yet I ponder on the question "what for?"//
my siblings are blinded to my spoken ideologies//
despite the struggles documentaries//
the youth is weighed down with sexual activities- cuz only thru an orgasm do they feel important to sanity//
I fight the scoundrels of hypocrisy with deep vanity//
my whole vision lies within one three syllables of tranquility
prophecy.....//
eons of vacant battle-grounds resurface when I blow on trumpets to announce my rebound- WAR!!!
