I DON’T UNDERSTAND THE DIVINE PLAN
CANT SEEM TO MAKE MOVES WITH MINE HANDS
GAME OF CHESS, YET UNDER DURESS
I GUESS, PAIN IN MY CHEST IS SUPPRESSED BREATH
SOMEHOW CONSIDERED BLESSED NEVERTHELESS
SPIRIT COMPLEX AND COMPRESSED, I COME PRESSED
DEPRESSION HIT HOME SO I SPIT VERBOSE FLOWS
AND NOW FEELING LESSENED WITH GOD HAVING TESTED MY GRIT
FORCED AND COERCED TO DISPERSE VERSES OF HURT WHEN I SPIT
EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENT, BUT ITS NOT RELEVANT WHEN YOUR SOUL IS BELLIGERENT & DECADENT
ICONOCLASTIC BOMBASTIC SOUL ACTING IRREVERENT TO REVERENDS
THIS IS WHERE THE GOLD FLOWING RIVER ENDS
SLIPPING ON SLIPPERY SLOPES, TOO MUCH TO COPE AS I HOPE
NOTHING GIVEN FROM ALL I SACRIFICED,
DUMB ENOUGH TO HAVE LISTENED TO WHAT A MINISTER SPOKE
OR ANCIENT PATRIARCHAL VAGRANTS WROTE > I DO NOT PROMOTE
I’M THE GUY THAT SPOKE OF RAIN FROM THE SKY THEN WOULD LATER FLOAT ON A BOAT
KNOWN AS NOAH THE KNOWER
TRYING TO OVERCOME AND TOPPLE TEMPLES
HIDDEN BEHIND MY FOREHEAD IS THE THIRD SMITTEN WORD OF TEMPO
UNKNOWN KEMPO, CATALYZING CANCEROUS TUNES
THIS CANTANKEROUS WOUND WOULD SOON OVERFLOW AND BUST PUSS
SO IM HERE TO CONVENIENTLY YET VEHEMENTLY FUSS
SPEAK TO THE WEAK THESE EGREGIOUS LIGAMENT LEAKS
FLAILING FILAMENTS AS YOU HAIL HITLER THE MODERN VERSION
FOOLISHLY I FELL FOR THE ILLUSION TO A SPIRITS CONVERSION
STUCK IN THE MIDST WHILE IMMERSED IN, IMMERSION
THE DISCONCERTED ME IS CONVERSING THESE
HURT CURT WORDS IVE BERSERKINGLY WORDING TREES
LEAVES FALLEN, SIMULTANEOUSLY STALLING I LOST MY CALLING
I CAN NO LONGER VOCALIZE VOCAL LIES AS THE LOCAL TRIBES TRY TO MOBILIZE
BUT THIS LOCO MIND NEEDS A THERMOMETER FOR MY MITOCHONDRIA
AS I COMMIT A FELONY OF MELODIES WHILE TREADING SEEDS WITH HERESIES
SO COME NEAR ME TO HEAR ME, BEFRIEND ME OR FEAR THE ONE STEERING
TOO MANY SERPENTS SNEERING AS THEY SNICKER SACRILEGIOUSLY
I’M EMERGING A DEMIURGE AND NOMADIC MONAD THATS SO SAD
ALL THE WHILE MY STYLE OF FLOWS IS VERBOSE I SUPPOSE
HENCE I CHOOSE TO COMPOSE PROSE OR KNOWN AS PROSODY
PROTECTING PATRIOTS AND SEEKING RECIPROCITY, OBVIOUSLY
I MUST CONFESS THAT MY ONCE LIT WICK HAS BEEN UNLIT
SO IM A BIT MROE CARELESS OF THE THINGS I SPIT
BECAUSE YOU’’ GET MORE PRESTIGE FOR BEING A DIMWIT
THAN ONE WHO CHOOSES TO PERUSE THE SOUL OF FOOLS AND SPIT QUICK
AND AS MY HEART DARKENS, I HARKEN THE LAST SPARTAN THAT WOULD SPARK IN
FEELING A BIT HEARTLESS, BECAUSE MY FAITH HAS BEEN USHED BEYOND THE PRECIPICE
OR I WILL SIMPLY SAY BEYOND THE EDGE OF CLIFF SO PLEASE DON’T MESS WITH THIS
CAUSE I HAVE THE GUN ED READY TO PULL THE TRIGGER TO MY CEREBELLUM
COGNITIVE CONSCIENTIOUSNESS CREATING CURVATURES TO CURATE CURIOUS CREATIONS
MY CREMATION IS A KIND OF DEFAMATION TO THE LORD ON HIGH, IM BORED OH WHY?!
SIMPLE SIMPLICITIES SIMPLY SPEWED TO SUBDUE THE SUBCONSCIOUS OBNOXIOUSNESS
KNOWING NOT MANY ROCK WITH THIS, BUT MY VORACITY IR VORACIOUSLY OFFERING MY APPETITE
TO TIGHTLY GRASP, THEN GIGGLE AND LAUGH WHEN I HAD THE MIC AS I HAD A VICE
NOW MY VICE GRIP IS MY FINAL NICE TIP LIKE A SPIKED KNIFE FIST IS A NICE TWIST
I AM THE LAST POOR MAN STANDING, STILL WITHSTANDING THE RAIN AS I WISH TO REIGN SUPREME
BUT THE DIVINE YOU IS AN ASTUTE ME DECREEING THE 33 DEGREES TO WHICH I FLEA FOR PEACE
BUT IT SURELY HAS MADE ME SURLY AND KINDA BURLY BECAUSE I CANT EVEN HAVE A PIECE OF PEACE
SO I MUST END THE CORNER BEND AND BRING A STOP TO THIS LETTER THEN SEND, THEN SLEEP DECEASED!