genocide/
spent bent on my death bed, sentenced lives/
like Nabulis my enternal apacolypse/
surging to firm my research of this disease learning (liar)/
the rays burnin, my insides are tired/
old earth yearning for answers, fuck being ill like cancer/
throats further attack lungs, soldiers driven by fear/
flow out my coma, sleep and live in my tears/
leaking deposits of blood atomic waves, causes wraths on warships/
cavity stricken stomach, tape my vomit, it raped my highness/
take away this drama i pleaded to momma/
she said recieve it as a lesson, acknowledge it presence/
then believe it/
digestion of this metallic rubble that used to be homes/
and less than three codes,crooked italic structure, my cultural genome/
there will be no...right function retreat from my phenotype/
ignoring peoples plight to enlighten the western egos sight/
blinded...the shits hearsay....
there'll be no therapy like Keimo
half my generation nomads, others under the wrath of John Ashcroft and Janet Reno/
quarter of me died....Collin Powell losed by his own institutional people holding resolutions/
stating we are equal when he needs mental restitution/
who would've grown smart children, instead of wasted
enslave your race first, now you work for the Masons/
who start building in a case of displacement/
Earth batters revolve, families envolved in the U.N./
pointing fingers in our direction, telling us who ends inspections/
mad discussions, fed from weapons of mass dysfunction/
tragic junction, the paths are destructive, subject mad erupting/
no longer a number, the sum of my infractions/
i'm stronger....
numb of the bombers, of the realms dethrone us/
so you better walk away, before they run up on us/
like escalators, dramatized, escalate hate, and and disgarce the maker/
request behavior, wrecked the tribe between the west and Asia/
my planets stranded on its own axis/
standing empty handed/
destined to lose this scene of Satanic land attachments/
i lack laughter, awaiting the next chapter/
to amend the lies, and disasters, run to desendants of signs/
while we pretend to ignore the end of time/
push you off track, screaming who the fuck are you when Bushes talk back/
not Narcicyst, walk black hearted for my nationality...rationally/
mesapitanium, uranium shelled homospaien/
dwell below in the caves you claimed me in/
engaged in racial plagues, my age did me in/
i die...aching, shaking, why did we behave in ways, to display ignorant beings/
convade disgrace in this sacred scene...God or man/
bomb in my hand, to disarm this span of weak vision/
breath slowly descending, and step into the beginning/
holding my enfants in Heaven..that would have existed in these seven......
