Paper Noose: Running Right From Center
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I am a concerned citizen of modern society
..I share no divides,
I see no limits on humanity & dare not decide
..the travels of man,
or the confinement to lands, secured by razor
..sharp wires & clans,
I stand w/ the free people of earth & protest
..your plans to dispose,
& disband doctrines of a twice stolen land...
..I weep muddy waters, mosquito infested, in a stagnant state
stand in wake waist deep in turbulent currents drowned by fate
brown by make I'm born to walk the forsaken grounds you take
shaken by timelines, fruits of timed lies fall ripe into pies baked
to feed your society's fat, overweight & those on the undertake
thunder makes a great clap, as explained by the bible thumpers
sort of a spiritual spear chucker, chuckling over an electric jolt
bolted in a flash of light from the heavens over an electoral vote
shoved down the secular throat where swallowed concepts
like acid reflux, excite burning hearts and my people to march
in waves of an indigenous sea, parched by an infinite degree
of angry heat, brow beat in sweatshops, I rest not & burn trees..
..& twirl lint into current see, to bank off my visions & serve it free
a servants fee conveniently affixed to price tags on life's misery
a cost paid by the accosted, lost & adopted of an orphaned nation
built on the wet backs of a tireless people who feed your bland
tastes, haul your waste and bleed on your sworn fields of battle
now we swarm your streets & rattle your suits worn in Capitals
a warning born of neo-con techniques silencing accented speech
a bench mark test to quell the future unrest of subjects subjected
to intimidation tactics deliberately in acted by hellish hounds that sip
our life blood, and sift through the ashes of hellfire joystick in grip
whip marks swell to welts as sweltering weather bouts w/ delusions
by intrusions felt, dealt by the dealer of felt-tips and dastardly script..
..equipped to paint masterpiece imagery on monochrome skies, lit
by the embers of perdition overlooking reflections bounced off a pit
of molten souls, pitiful to behold, before a throne built of bones
a Sultan once sold a certain King who served as the Serpents own
known as the sands of chaos from a land blown on the winds of hell
the mercury's rising as well as levels of lead as the voice of the devil
echoes in your children's head, poisoned by systems & candy alike
so I strike the pinata in blindfolded rage to empty contents despite
hazards to health & doctored dental bills that stack up your wealth
so I dance in the shadows brewing a conscious defiance in stealth
directing an onslaught with OUR arms, brought to play War Games
against the War Cries, ,,,YOUR Arms bought!
so I march on the grounds of lost angels
..a million w/ nothing to hide,
wings clipped, nowhere but home left to fly
..our footsteps are felt in sync,
& disrupt the flowing rhythms of corrupt ink
..running Right from Center,
while there's nothing Left but empty suits
..so we center sights,
and take aim against your paper noose...
Paper Noose: Running Right From Center
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