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Cuts like a knife..
Caught right 'tween the cross-hairs of life
stay and fight or take flight, you will die tonight
Access command prompt, run the program most random
Found truth held for ransom behind yin and yang tandems,
take it or leave it..
Riffing for reasons hidden in this devilish quiz,
tripped, slipped and done broke plenty of gods gifts
She shreds the saddest riffs, while I pick up the bits-
of fabricated bliss, asking "Why?" Shifty-eyed mind adrift
Poppin' pain pills..
cursed kid amid this tepid City of Angels (Where he)
cleverly sever the etherly bonds with bombs,
calmed by camp fire tales some molotov spawned
Soul afloat, free like smoke from a 5'4" bong
and on and on I'm on..
What if's, wonderful blitz, withered eclipse
Luna's light hide my fiction, this reality's sick..
Oh I shit thee not! We're all swimming in a crock-
-pot full of pussies and cocks twisted to split knots
I confide in inkblots..
my own masts are tattered, rudders broken in the ocean
A wage slave handing waves of surgical blades to surgeons
We've seen everyone's innards, all y'all look the same
steal my heart and I too shall claim to play no games
Everybody wants freedom..
the liberty to ch-ch-ch-choose their own chains
mad DATs over tracks looped as "Change, change, change!"
It's easy to find similar minds in simulated flocks
featherless squawks, carrion consumers to spin docs
Dancing to play-lists..
sporadic in cadence, passion extinguished or latent
Listless images, puzzled pictures paralyzed, frameless
Appellatives on walls and pavements, fleeting engravings
Might as well be nameless in the echoes of cave-in's
Destroy to create, see..
how is that not synonymous with how we came to be?
Can't microwave oven emotions expecting the flames heat!
Giddy to prospects of pulse-racing disappointments
we vent in morgues, cadavers are the best audience
They listen in silence..
in frozen existence, devoid of subsistence to isms
Excess-free, from these corpses I learned to let go
To close mine eyes, deep breathe and embrace the peace
'cause I will always possess beasts that none can police
And just so we're clear..
I've always been the bad guy, everyone can't be saints
Lost in struggles, the homeless, disoriented, estranged (We are)
The most random of anomalies that make even Neo go ape-shit,
where zeros and ones tally up Love as the glitch in this matrix
running with a rock and roll jesus lookin for god in hades..

best post I have seen in years, flawless and deep as hell man with so many amazing metaphors im not gonna start listing them

thanks

"Found truth held for ransom behind yin and yang tandems"-dope
"tripped, slipped and done broke plenty of gods gifts"-dope

"Riffing for reasons hidden in this devilish quiz,
tripped, slipped and done broke plenty of gods gifts
She shreds the saddest riffs, while I pick up the bits"-who is "she"


I really dug about six lines. The rest was just....over my head, I guess.

she = god, in this piece at least

thanks for your time

I really like this, very poetic more so than just rhyme, I aint going to front though, alot of this made me feel stupid, trying to decipher, but I like shit that needs deciphering, nice!

"Can't microwave oven emotions expecting the flames heat!
Giddy to prospects of pulse-racing disappointments
we vent in morgues, cadavers are the best audience
They listen in silence.."

Good piece keep droppin them bombs