Black markets, buy and sell human organs
Old-fashioned fascism and anatomic Capitalism
A Symphony of Destruction erupted.
The abrupt proclamations promised
involved police, prophecy, and brutality.
I amplified my appearance causing jealousy
realizing I can victimize on a rhyme scheme,
melting scythes into triple beams
My style, an opiate derivative
Witnessing thugs acting sensitive
Who says they can be me?
Apples aint fallin from my tree!
Masquerading illusion,
malevolent about male violence
Grotesque injustice festering,
burlesque anguish containing
situations as aggravation,
allegation and speculation,
are considered segregation in God's
eternal court of litigation
leading trepidation for all creation!
My legions tire of charades,
here’s our movement...
Tear down establishments
be aware of media puppets
Run gauntlets, fuck the stigma,
suffer the trauma, battle the hydra;
drag it from shorelines into magma
The light burns, blinds and taunts me
Until doors open from turned keys
Until shadows freed me.
I eclipsed landscapes, piloted flagships
leading warships, pawning conscripts
Attacked gates, educated God on purgatory
This my Genesis, this the first story,
A black book containing hymns of sodomy.
Psalms, heretic profits, numb sub-consciousness’
My thoughts, are widespread.
Like bullets in war are red lead.
Murdered reporters, troops and banners
Warlords in manors, no police scanners
Our streets, unlike ones across seas
At least we free, to freely spit frees!
Crucifixion schematics,
nailed hands'n feet...mechanics
Heaven is hazardous!
Def-init is needed to narrate it
The optical stimuli of fate,
makin unprepared frames shake
horrifying the hypothesis
with vibration of sonics
Old-fashioned fascism and anatomic Capitalism
A Symphony of Destruction erupted.
The abrupt proclamations promised
involved police, prophecy, and brutality.
I amplified my appearance causing jealousy
realizing I can victimize on a rhyme scheme,
melting scythes into triple beams
My style, an opiate derivative
Witnessing thugs acting sensitive
Who says they can be me?
Apples aint fallin from my tree!
Masquerading illusion,
malevolent about male violence
Grotesque injustice festering,
burlesque anguish containing
situations as aggravation,
allegation and speculation,
are considered segregation in God's
eternal court of litigation
leading trepidation for all creation!
My legions tire of charades,
here’s our movement...
Tear down establishments
be aware of media puppets
Run gauntlets, fuck the stigma,
suffer the trauma, battle the hydra;
drag it from shorelines into magma
The light burns, blinds and taunts me
Until doors open from turned keys
Until shadows freed me.
I eclipsed landscapes, piloted flagships
leading warships, pawning conscripts
Attacked gates, educated God on purgatory
This my Genesis, this the first story,
A black book containing hymns of sodomy.
Psalms, heretic profits, numb sub-consciousness’
My thoughts, are widespread.
Like bullets in war are red lead.
Murdered reporters, troops and banners
Warlords in manors, no police scanners
Our streets, unlike ones across seas
At least we free, to freely spit frees!
Crucifixion schematics,
nailed hands'n feet...mechanics
Heaven is hazardous!
Def-init is needed to narrate it
The optical stimuli of fate,
makin unprepared frames shake
horrifying the hypothesis
with vibration of sonics