Merking in progress....

I see defeat blinking missing visions of vivid teachings,
till your interest is peaking to the point that your computer
screen seems to be breathing.
My Divine Scriptures Intertwine Mixtures of Mind Pictures and
Sinister Quotes that don't Administer Hope cuz you're Fucked when
I Drop like a Prisoner's Soap, I'll take this basement alchemist
confront his face with scalpel fists and watch his Peak Performance
when I toss his waste from mountain tips
Merc this herb with shards of thermometers chalk, his parts in
compositors he'd only flow off keys when I rip his HEART THROUGH THE
MONITORt, this is your final act and you won't survive the cut
when I carve open your abdomen to prove you're deprived of guts
kid you're trash in my sight and I'm glad for your strife...
I'd even rip out your spine to take the only support you ever
had in your life.

[B]Merk Complete...[B]