Just spent about 15 minutes writing and this was the product... I was quite proud of it so I thought I'd share. I know not every single line rhymes and I know some parts don't make much sense and it's generally weird overall but... Enjoy... I'd appreciate feedback!
The Truth
As the cogs click into place,
the mechanism begins to phase.
The portal appears on the wall,
I peer in to see time stall.
As my mind and soul are amalgamated into nature,
my body freezes in rapture.
It cannot be dodged,
you cannot be dislodged.
Existence is frozen down to you,
your mind free of its gloom.
Exception of the souls and minds of the masses,
they roam free in the glorious expanses.
Elevated level of existence,
optimises our understandings of the silence.
Patience is key,
for your mind to be free.
Released into the vast masses,
of expanses in the universes
of which are connected to the 8 dimensions
trapped in the second dimension of apprehension.
As the the soul travels with the wind,
the truth becomes apparent within.
The only physical object mobile in this plain,
is the endlessly turning turntables.
Frozen bodies gasp in unison,
as their vocal chords reassemble.
Their bodies walk to the streets,
bouncing to the endless beat.
The words sound from their bodies,
releasing vocabulary from the depths of memories.
As they spit in time to mine,
the world unites through my rhyme.
The planets spin like massive disco balls
as the universe serves as the club hall.
The souls unite to the pulse,
the utmost clarity in the world like a ghost.
Minds forge lines,
for this endless rhyme.
Mystical block rockin beats,
powered by the supernova's endless heat.
This is the latest shit unabridged,
releasing everyones thoughts leavin the universe unhinged.
This is the definitive
infinitive
substantive
conjunctive
vocal expansion of the format
Space expands unplanned,
it's god's plans unmanned.
The universe tears,
as the needle spins too near.
The mind is fused into nothing,
as the soul is folded and collapsed into something.
The turntables stop as the window panes drop,
the bombs begin to drop uncontrollably like a fat girl playin hop-
scotch tape can't save this situation
It's the end of civilisation
As I turn to see the white engulf the black
I open my eyes and get up off my back,
stroll from my bed,
and shower instead.
...This is reality...
Peace
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