New at this page...but not new to posting on the net...been posting online since 7 years back....


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Serenity.....divinity

earth shatters, burst patterns I cursed the birth of Saturn
and blizz simply emerged as the first to search the matter
saw persons serve the platters, I lurked in murky attics
I loved the songs of freedom to pervs n dorky addicts
bought the corks and had with madness and tragic
plugged black holes in my soul and slipped in the traffic
a flick in the graphics came out blur and unclear
nervous in tears, serving the fears to the unheard of the peers
my scare for social commitment has been a burden for years
it's like I wanna murder right here, this curse is my scare
a persons first perfect party of two is the nightmare
right here a scared kid waiting for fair bids of an affair
and it often ain't fair, getting what I want ready to loose
threading the blues of the news told when I get abused
has lost my mind so many times it's impossible to puzzle
and the thoughts are shattered n pain's crossing every muscle










Blizz the divine is lost and last but not least a looser
so come feast on the abusive beats breaching this abuser
a silent user of a mic and a head fitting pure crap n regret
a rapping veteran letting brethren smell the letters in
this piece of my lost five cents, but I'm at least alive gent's
a violent past played as drama in my head imagined to vent
I've simply had it with friends but still battle to pretend
could have been a real hero amongst all average men
but blizz is too chicken and not that lavish with pens
grabbing the stems of the last branch holding me up
stabbing the pen in the last leg that's holding me up
no more half stepping repping breath n a cracking voice
acting employed, if you hear this then just slap the noise
blizz ain't acting, I'm simply the poison in this rap thing
corroding the codes of sociality and social fallacies
trying to move towards the top but my motions battle me












I'm in an ocean of travesty simply hoping for amnesty
sporadic notions they handle me like potions that grapple me
snapping the neck of me while I'm rapping this text
laugh at the next to creep up in the nest slapping the death
blasphemy, theft be crass with the tests that's displayed
gravity holds this loner on the road to dismay built outta clay
played with the long arm of the law sawing it's fingers
it was trying to grab me I saw the paw and it lingered
a singer that's chanting for advancement of music and soul
using the whole clue of fusing the old with the cold
paroling the streets to a few of the darkest of beats
with the mark of the beast hidden under my skin
beginning to win over the minutes pinning my grin
spinning within a universe ready to disperse into flames
cursed is my name in the end I'll be the person to claim
that blizz the divine is having nothing but winter in mind





Divine...serenity...


one!

so noone likes the poetical scriptures of blizz the divine?

yo man, the multis were mad hot
like the idea a lot
keep writing man