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I
Am
Still an
Artiste, plus
This is just the
Surface, layers of dust
Secrete slogans
Deep omens
Verified
By
I
Beyond azure skies, I see the Orbs’ vistas
Struck by its auras… reduced to whispers
Seducing listeners using lips moving listless
Fire Rivers spill terrors - producing blisters
Land of predators, menaces, and jealousies
Kids in jailhouses, sentences swell disease
You can smell a beast in dumb infidel systems
Just turn your nostrils from west to east
& inhale tensions leaked from citadel dictions
Cowboy killers leave no scalp on fell victims
Rebels walk green miles from the cell
Greeted by smiles hoping hell binds a spell
Around the cerebellum of another bloody felon
So electrifying, noose tying, or a lethal injection
Last prayer before death requests astral projection
A
Kill For a kill
An
Ill For an ill
Hate for hate
Love for love
Rising
Above the
Mountains & hills
I
Die
Daily
As death
Greets ‘me
Blocks my footsteps
Completely
Resurrect
Deity
The
I
The Spirit within minds-eye
That climbs high in hindsight
Predicting life’s cinema by the limelight
Depicting signs bright, dazzled
Frazzled fornicators fight puzzled
Dozens of agitators form tight huddles
As lifeblood of Nobles lays smite in puddles
No cuddles for the slain so painfully
The acts of Cane remain Able shamefully
Bloodstained in eternity murderously written
Under strain, Mother Nature’s beauty is stricken
Unsentimental senates determine firm hatred
So even the repented are therefore Terminated
I’ve imprinted journals since time was created
Still war rages on in these cities of David
I
Fall
Then rise
Seven times
Seventy ‘times
The unkind tell lies
Despising even peaceful allies
Alibi makers muse
Under disguise
And choose
To excuse
The
I
Is
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