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Old 03-29-03, 09:20 AM   #1
Narcicyst
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Abstract Style

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i'm fuckin around with this absract style...it may not rhyme sometimes but thats the idea...its an original topic i'm spittin about though..peep this...


Intro: His eyes lay protuded from it's sockets, as a carcass would hang off a decaying vine tree. A visionary slave, shackled by his eyesight. Blinded by his extended existense. His soul spew out of his pupil, mutilated and drilled into, as if the opening was the door out of his cell. The prison of his flesh...

half
man laughter of wrath
flags above wrapped around his castle
disaster embattled this master Pharoah
old age third millenium peak
where slaves behave from fear of being slained
from betrayal, wain your teachings
in vain, descent of worth against the grain
tossed loss was the gain, flows into his industrial capularies
proletariat majesty rust improved taps of berries
poisonous wine of mind ointment
lotion of his juice produces motionless emotional quotients
divisions of one, seeds run from slaughter
protect daughters and sons, from massive collared chains
links to my Earth brain
knees bent into submission, i praise and pray that my metallic arteries will somehow...
flush my system out, pump blood that runs brown
stainedand drowned in pain, in shroud i reign
mourning the loss my own soul processed and resurrected
infected by retrospective
collective thoughts set forth defective
these self-explanatory metric patterns, encased in imbalance
sinful waste ego schitzophrenic rant challenge
chant away your sorrow, follow today in two ways
for NO TOMORROW is promised,astonished and hollow....

Outro: Mind swollen, this cavity filled with thoughts, a battered past
shattered glass reflection of his matter
he who is created by this project rods, neck prod, pet of my rotten mesh organs
disorganized ordinace of subordinate order of soldiers tied to my borders....
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