Boilin’ over with rage, I’m attempting to cage, thoughts in this page,
.....that are normally foreign.
I’m sick of this world, into which I was hurled, now my flag’s unfurled,
.....like formally I’m warrin’.
But I switch up my style ‘cause y’all want storytellin’,
It fills my throat with bile to stop short like Magellan,
Trying yet to compromise and give you some of each,
Come here with open eyes if you wan’na hear me teach.
Happy now? Are you all tucked in for the night? This here story's 'bout Revelation's second knight.
But I can never contain, the ripper in my brain, he escapes again,
.....dealing death and destruction.
Isn’t my mind a miracle, with concepts spiritual, utterances lyrical,
.....makin’ each breath an eruption.
A natural clearing - wind gently stirs the grass,
The birds are chirping - a fox scampers by fast,
Peace and harmony are shown by the scenery,
Gaia - at this one site still free of mans’ tyranny,
Then a trumpet blasts and ruptures the solitude,
Distant drums, shouts and marching all intrude,
The birds take flight and the fox seeks a barrow,
Neither wish to deal with the army of a Pharaoh,
Egypt’s forces arrive and take up their position,
Silence - but for the trickle of a coward’s pissin’,
Crickets are muted - the wind starts to die down,
The air’s electric from the anxiety felt all around,
A general strides forward to bolster weak hearts,
Swords are needlessly honed - archers ready darts,
Babylon starts to arrive - the stage is finally set,
Blood’s on the horizon - it’s still morning yet.
Befuddlement abounds, as I produce sounds, that riddle the clowns,
.....an epidemic of the cerebral.
Irritated by idiocy, I expose hypocrisy, that fulfills prophecy,
.....as they still mimic the Devil.
But I switch up my style ‘cause y’all want storytellin’,
It fills my throat with bile to stop short like Magellan,
Trying yet to compromise and give you some of each,
Come here with open eyes if you wan’na hear me teach.
Happy now? Are you all tucked in for the night? This here story's 'bout Revelation's second knight.
Born a second time, as if life could rewind, I destroy the serpentine,
.....and bow head to the Lord.
I’ll never give up, everyday that I get up, I keep on tryin’ to live up,
.....to the vow on my sword.
A guttural roar rises and two giants lurch forth,
It’s a cataclysmic clash of kings south and north,
Javelins arc overhead and strike dashing warriors,
Death visits the field and waits in soldier’s foyers,
The armor glints brightly and swords reflect sun,
For these brief moments ‘fore the battle is begun,
Weapons clash and there’s a thicker wet sound,
Animated corpses are thrashing upon the ground,
Veteran soldiers advise them that they’re lifeless,
‘Cause enemies can strike even if they’re sightless,
Chariots rumble forwards - cruel scythes spinning,
Shrieks - as limbs fly - it appears Egypt’s winning,
A charismatic Chaldean holds the line by himself,
Men siphon off courage like leeches with health,
Arrows sprout in his chest - the battle’s a rout,
Hades is now God and every man here’s devout.
Boy y’all are oblivious, you seem so piteous, my rhyme’s insidious,
.....furnishing hidden slander.
It grieves me yet to say, that I must still convey, abuse in this way,
.....it’s nourishing my dander.
But I switch up my style ‘cause y’all want storytellin’,
It fills my throat with bile to stop short like Magellan,
Trying yet to compromise and give you some of each,
Come here with open eyes if you wan’na hear me teach.
Happy now? Are you all tucked in for the night? This here story's 'bout Revelation's second knight.
By now it’s probable, you caught the audible, if so that’s laudable,
.....but I’ll continue to spit.
If you haven’t realized, it’s right before your eyes, in text undersized,
.....like a menu clearly writ.
The battle’s over - all the soldiers are long gone,
Much has changed here since the light of dawn,
Husbands, sons and fathers are such no longer,
A fox’s body lies shattered in his barrow yonder,
Birds are returning but these are a different sort,
They feast on flesh and scream aloud the report,
That the folly of men here provides all with food,
Wind pushes a torn flag - it completes the mood,
Funny that - how the wind’s just now returning,
It spreads the foul stench of human flesh burning,
Wise men proclaim, "Ashes to ashes and dust to dust",
Seems there are some who are hurryin’ among us,
In the end it doesn’t matter who won the battle,
They’ll return in two years to let weapons rattle,
By then there’ll be grass and greener than before,
And the story will be repeated - a story called War.
Bird brained like Horus, with wits that are porous, you miss the chorus,
.....and therein what is said.
I refuse to illuminate, you’ll just have to ruminate, until you accumulate,
.....a serum for your head.
But I switch up my style ‘cause y’all want storytellin’,
It fills my throat with bile to stop short like Magellan,
Trying yet to compromise and give you some of each,
Come here with open eyes if you wan’na hear me teach.
Happy now? Are you all tucked in for the night? This here story's 'bout Revelation's second knight.
Everlasting knowledge, gives me the mental polish, to completely abolish,
.....all ignorance I observe.
So I keep on inciting, and continually inviting, to notice what I’m writing,
..........a remembrance of verve.