|WarHead|
I rapped it up & gave it to my oldest son.
A simple gift, a complex Christmas.
I walk forward, although I’m told to run.
Twilight across the sky, the waters edge is cold and empty
I stare to my reflection’s eyes, and gently drop a penny
I’ve always gave, I’ve always helped those shut from life
It’s not recognition I crave, but It would warm me up tonight
The ripples in the water create; form a reality worth living
The smooth crisp foundation’s waves, brace a word’s birth beginning
I shout to my mind… but it’s repulsive, ugly & timid – afraid
I’ve collided with thousands of houses, still my home is phased
And my family is persistent, although they visit me not often
It seems I am resistant, but I persist to view my rotten coffin
“You can be a legend,
Willingly, you have the will – and will power,
To kill us all.”
Why must I reminisce, surely the past is no future, said God
But the galaxy stood in a bowl of shit, so what was one more bomb?
A tear trickled down my chin, I wiped it away and sobbed
One more simple gift, or a Christmas gone to piss and rocks?
As the radiant glow on my face grew brighter,
I saw no light, nor darkness…
I saw,
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.
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Nothingness.
Joseph, his name was, my oldest and most beautify minded
I lied to him because, I was colorless; absent – blinded
“Open this on Christmas, it is the angel.. and the devil incarnate”
My words were long, dead & twisted, and my vision lethargic
The death I envisioned…
At first sight of this warhead,
MY warhead
Was.. overwhelming
So I ran,
BUT THEY KNEW I would speak no evil.
The scientists of terrorism, a nuke on my right.. power
Less the fact the world will die in seventy seven hours
Time flies when your hopeless, but fuck.. It’s about that time
Damn the torpedoes world, we have a nuke to bend our minds
Literally… we’ll rip to pieces.. How lonely will I be?
The only man in hell, and still… heavens doors released
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I sprint, in countless directions.. shaking with rigor mortis
Its twelve o’ clock,
And Joseph reaches for the box, the key.. I nourished
.
I’m laying facing skyward, my emotions are unknown
He Tears open the gift, like a dog would a meatless bone
.
A paper falls from the black box..
Joseph, I love you more than life itself..
I have placed in this box the future,
All you must do is simply;
Open it.
- Dad.
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I watch the stars explode, along with my soul.
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jayy dont forget who i am Hoe
