circa 2001, too tired for fresh material so im posting this old rhyme here..

Gus is blissed-with, an interest lost like misfits
or humid days and mist Sprayed from fountains on ships-kid..
I stay equipped-with
rhymes that dispel..swirled in the wishing well of hell
Bluring the true tell-tales of men that fell..
Known well.. Warriors.. who faced off against armies
To put harm in thee.. with armories and arsenals.. astounding!
Shaking foundations, the end of my blade stays rounded
Piercing the belly of shrieks, goblins and mountains
My road fellows are weak and tired..we look into havoc
Grip the ring of thoughts the answers and magic
Endure the pain for the journey becomes tragic
And it’s a fact-kid I remain humble in action…..

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Head darkness My bretheren n’ catch storys of demons
That are not for the sqee-mish, squirmish or weaklings
Eloquent actions Smashin thors hammer across serpents~
meshed elements without purpose watch darkness bread urchins
Eye the beholder over swords of silver and rods of thunder
My visions plunder~to the ninth plain of hells asunder~
Fire scorches, like arsenic torches cast my spell at fifth level
Now at shit level I hit treble and kick baselines with the devil
Mental..man my plan causes lesions as legions group up n’dismantle
Our hold on the blade lessons so im reaching for light from a candle
Darkness fills my void, torch destroyed I see light from an anvil
Where silver and gold is processed to hang sturdy from saddles
Aarrghh!! Another brother lost, pierced armour from arrows
The tunnel narrows~but we locate the lost scriptures of pharoah~
The needed words, to condemn hells finest, dragons, ogres and giants
Elves orks and merman get there chests pierced with fistfuls of tridents~
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