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The Voyage
The Voyage...
I roll with pharaohs and mages with armies of sparrows and spaceships...
My pen shape shifts as I get my point across shootin arrows at pages...
I enter the peril ageless in a formless gas... my bones compressed...
Silent as the tone of breath as I amaze u...walkin Mars with a robe of flesh...
In a zone with Death....speakin intelligent conversations...
About our odd relations...travelin to places beyond common observations...
Reachin the dawn adjacent to the Matrix takin a fall but safe trip...
Spawned a Doomsday bomb that Satan feared...that’s when the bomb was basic...
Dressed in platinum with ice from Pluto engraved on my bracelets...
Product of brawn that’s faceless subject to become a pawn of hatred...
Seekin dreams...I traveled the cosmos to reach the Pekinese...
To stand tall in the deepest seas...I walk levitated beyond the peak of knees...
Speakin scenes of me bathin in pools of Napalm...reciting a late Psalm...
Paintin pictures of chaos with pencils, pens, and crayons...
Wizard of advanced penmanship...wrote the epic which...
Made the heavens drift from hell and the elements of Alpha/Omega split...
Vast words like the spread of myth, my sins cost, and redemption pays...
I view the Projects as pyramids, the residents...Egyptian slaves...
Followin Pagans that stand in a hollow Oasis of modern replacement...
Of Christians...drownin my stomach in holy water from the bottle Im tastin...
This apostle’s amazin...no prophecy of mine was foretold...
Five concernin my in time in war zones with only four told...
I pre-dict that I will see clips of sea ships travelin from Egypt...
To be with that void between Mercury and the solar e-clipse...
And those who don’t believe this...ur souls will be saved in prisms...
Rememberin racism, escapism, and how humanity plagiar-isms...
To save religion with a coupon...not knowin which groups wrong...
Preachers walkin with suits on, in Yukons…but I see Yu - Kons...
With flaming halos embedded with pathos...I voyage to Naples...
With magic threads and needles that do what I say so..whenever I say sew...
Forced to fight the hateful...buildin blocks with building blocks like legos...
Cuz fate holds demonic visions of me crucified with staples...
Too many gimmicks arise...people mimic while I surpass my limits...
Truth spoken and written...we listen - but don’t wanna live with it...
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thats was good
the flow was real good
the vocab was the best that i've seen so far
the body of this piece was good
10/10
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I like how it went with a egyption flow it was a nice piece and it had me reading and looking on to read some more I was into this piece and it was nice vocab and your wordplay was nice also it made me feel like I was there with you in the page good job
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thanks 4 the feed :2thumb:
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damn..this is fire dawg
way good vocab, nice nice nice flow and rhymes
the concept to this peice is what real lyracism is about
keep droppin and i'll keep feedin dawg...PEACE
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