The Instrumental

[OG Maestro]

How do you know when you dream if you don't know you're sleep?
I watch the wind as it blows to the east, I control when I breathe
My trigger finger is an instrument exposed to a beat,
Of the count to 3 to execute an enemy patrol on the street...

Then...

Mortar strikes had leveled the ground -- then settled it down
Atomic grains of dirt blended around with the metal we bound
We broke, even, before we realized the odds against us
Tunnel vision caved in, & "the light" had the eyes of a temptress
This was real life combat, you're not poppin' up alive when you fall
Niggas dropped M4's, wishing for the hindsight of a fly on the wall
I joined in retreat, to the noise in the deep. A question poised to us sheep:
"If War was the vaccine, ever wonder what the poison could be?"
For the Love of my Nation I went to War -- unless arrested & fined
Now nuclear soil will bury these 50 Shades of Grey; kept in a Bind

Two blasts sent force that landed my back to some trees
-- Heard a crack in my knees, then a slight draft in the breeze
The air was still, my comrades had Fallen; attracted to leaves
Ashes had eased, the enemy swarmed: a pack of African Bees
"VICTORY" they cried,
The heat of the moment was tamed in a furnace
I held my hand up to side,
As the tip of the iceberg that's breaking the surface
"Tell me...why did we fight? To stare at death in the face?
This is the Art of War: Claude Monet in the impressionist phase
Since the beginning we were destined to hate. a tomb, a hole-
Is all that will decorate our human soul -- imbued with stone"
The soldiers exchanged stories of logic behind the reasons to fight
It seems it might, have been the government with greed in its sight
Two aided me to my feet, side by side we were hunting the truth
Shadows danced on the land, my comrades were stunned by the view
Just as they screamed, "THROW YOUR ARMS UP", & the squads hugged,
One last faint whistle could only be heard as the bombs touched.

These are chapters of history that were torn from the page
Clouds enslave us in pure darkness: we were born in a cage
Segregated by the other half of one being; Jekyll’s & Hyde’s
Heaven disguised on Earth, but this is the Devil’s reprise

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[Tempest]

Pretty good. Just think the concept is strangely familiar with the one from our battle lol. Anyways. Wording was pretty smooth and the rhyme scheme kept the flow coherent. Overall a nice read. Sorry for the lack of feedback. Just woke up.