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Rastafari Walk Tall
From: East London, (Hackney) |
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Breaking Point
IP:
Breaking Point
Fluid the colour of volcanicity, boils,courses through the survival system
Chemicals are excreted, they diffuse across barriers and affect my cerebrum
Surrounding environment becomes an acute canvas, sound amplifies as I listen
Colours become vivid and vibrant like the sun, to the point where I almost feel them
Electricity floods my synapses like a raging tsunami, never ending, pure brutality
Muscles overloaded and bombarded with instruction, thrown into violent spasm
The drum of the soul bangs irratically on its chamber and waves pulse with abnormality
Skin edges close to fatality, as thoughts seem endless, and feeling decends into a cavern
A storm of emotion is conjured as response is pondered, lightning strikes
Newtons third law manifests itself as a reaction to a force is apparent and defiant
My symbol of religion embeds itself in my chest as choose fight over flight
Everything expands as I ascend to a higher level, a higher conscious, a giant
Bones become solid and clenched, fall to either side, anticipating eruption
Consecutive onslaughts of abuse persist, it is impossible to resist action
My conscious is clouded in a fog of confusion and is rendered inable to function
Raw primal, survival instinct is pushed into gear and agression is driven into exaction
The plato had been reached, and once dispatched there is no rematch
Between rational thought and irrational will, its a unstoppable climax with no hesitation
No procastonation, No debating or waiting for a conversation of options
Destruction is the only force adopted, because as nature dictates and darwin states
The fittest survive, alive to reside on this dimension, to pass the essence of his loins
And those very theorisms are seen, evidenced once ive been pushed to breaking point |