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07-03-02, 05:05 PM | #1 | ||||||
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"ocean Of Flames"
IP: ADEC 56AC
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In a decade of fury Of revolution rampaging through the heads Of the dispossessed Of Vietconged coffins draped In Stars and Stripes burning Of ferocious eyeballs gorging themselves On protest and assassination On the outskirts of Watts - a looted planet Cut from a ritous womb By midwives with soiled hands Vengeful memories Seditious seeds planted in the first breath Raised in a playground of gutted lots Torchedout buildings By mobs with exploi-gangsta flick leanings A criminal virus stealing through the brains It started with "Operation Ripp-off" Where we'd walk into the market as children But walk-out thieves Kids playing crime-a bored game Arson, Thefts, Assualts gave birth to Rapes, Robberies, and Murder Ceasarean births Always the blade Cutting, Sticking, Poking, Slicing Collecting victims like baseball cards Until they caged us reporting We were fullblown rabid dogs foaming at the soul. Tried like men by idolators in blackened cloaks Whores of rockhewn blind Bitch PIMP Nicknamed "JUST US" Miming racial epithets Spreading stiff sentences As if they were S.T.D's TWO Now when my tears have become Ironbars rusted shut And I have paid America's ransom - A bundle of years - I hear quilt crackling Like flaming sticks. Ice casing of my conscience Melting. Justifications, m-gilled, by doubts, Leaking - Mangled beasts in the vigorous beat Of the heart of Death Grunting. Shame festers my emotions Infecting instincts Long the domain of entrenched lies. E X C R U C I A T I N G !!!!! I jerk my mind from Left to Right Trying to forget But the moral code embedded in my DNA Rebels in the pit of my belly Fall on my face repent in the memory of humans wronged Feel the notching Of their raucous silence Mark my shadow Etheric messenger Destined For the presence of God To be judged on the day When, the prophets claim, "The heavens will be rolled up like scrolls..." And the dead walk right out of their graves. |
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07-03-02, 08:20 PM | #2 | ||||||
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IP: 7BF7 4BF2
yo i am feelin this son.. keep poeticizin... LU
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07-06-02, 08:24 AM | #3 | ||||||
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IP: F8DE F595
fooookin 'elllll!!!!.....this was raw and powerful as fuk...i mean it went off at times....wasn't structured as well as it could have been...but damn, this was some hard hitting ish....i really felt what you were saying....know where you are coming from most definetly...and the ending was superb too....and oh yeah...it was a very cynical piece.....synickle by name, cynical by nature...(!!!)....but cynicism brings perspective to me...and i at times can right very cynical pieces too....(well theres quite a few pieces on here, which one way or the other, are cynical).....so its all good.....heavy piece....respect...
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