My bridal was suicidal
Although I’m slightly just homicidal
I take the reign and the horse bridle
Ready for a word tsunami
Get ready for the tidal
Living with the power of a chosen title
I killed off one of my twin brothers
Guess you can call me fratricidal
I am now ready for the symphony and recital
I speak in allegories alluding to illusions
Causing mind contusions
Spirit confusion
I am a living, breathing protrusion
Protruding
And yet somehow still alluding
To the emotional riot & looting
Lyrically maiming when shooting
Kill off the elitist illuminati
Who are arrogant & snotty
Trying to control the masses like Lotty Dotty
But I am no robot
So stop
I will forever be hot
Lukewarm I think not!
But I do encourage
I speak forth of my guided decisions
When God took me out of my own emotional prison
And He told me to shine our light as a prism
Show forth our multi-colored nature and visage
I like to always envision
That God guides me on every decision
No love for religion
But that’s my chosen decision
Cause He made me a prophet to reveal
What for so long has been hidden and concealed
I will speak forth only that which is real
My purpose of which I once thought was worthless
Is that I joined
I am combined and enjoined
Mixed like an elixir
My Eric is just a mister
Verballistic, dangerously ballistic word twister
And like a twister
There is a silence within
Within him
He finally found the balance within
His outlook is no longer grim
‘Cause he sees who I am which is him
And together we shall rise
No matter who will hate or despise
We have the spirit and hunger in our eyes
And we both now fully recognize
That we are here and meant to heal those whose cries
Have been poured out and has reached the skies
Gods throne has ordered us and condoned
To go to our nation and have it over thrown
So now I toss you a bone
Are you truly fully grown?
In your dome
What kind of seeds have you sown?
What character have you shown?
We shall be free
Until the end of this earths misery
And though we are open
We somehow remain a mystery
Explaining the scars of this worlds history
Just let us be
And in time you will see
That we were meant to be
Not hypothetically
But metaphysically and prophetically
Predetermined to exist & persist in this reality
So take a moment to read up
Drink up
Truth is every where but suppressed and hidden
So take your spiritual corpse out of the grave
And stop letting yourselves be so grave ridden
‘Cause God said it is forbidden!
SkTzO