1st me
2nd ..IllThoughtZ..
In this LIfe of the Next..
this life....
I'm on a god conquest, in constant question.
Rembrant obessed with Picasso painted perfections.
Flushed the colors to witness the outline stutter.
Doubted the others, trying to reroute the smothered
Towards the oygxen that's sits beneath my pen.
Lists a blissful sin as I trot towards the missions end.
The throne where lonely homies ran for help.
Banned from hell, us bandits managed to vanish
Till the banquet of famous failures was arranged with
RSVP's... Reserved dreams for nonchalant dreamers.
Concerend beings earned burns from lack of self esteamers.
Scars and barcodes for the veto'd votes.
At large on the farside, Days are torn slow.
Then thrown away... Crumbled up paper machete.
Fumbles clutched by the fallen saviors of todays.
Shaved words display hurt without the cover ups.
Rage spurts as the same girl sports her broken cuffs.
Hoped for luck, but the soaked cuts haven't dried yet.
I died a death, and tried a breath, but my complex...
was too, complex.
the next....
Blue collar to the depths of my spine,
Shirt tucked, I lack luck, but always on time.
The guy to count on, calcuate your personal state
Of mind. Evalute my fate through the papers lines.
A smile to greet you with, tax papers to beat you with.
Facts and fictions to spark the frictions.
At heart I'm rich with a darkened image.
One that starts a sentence to a horror story.
Dimish the satin history to experience
More then Glory.
The shore is forming with a crimson tide.
After death arrives, I'm sure I'll miss this life.
Think back to cutting edge, and kiss this kinfe.
Look downwards, from heavens ledge and
Drip My Strife.
Uplift the ripped soul I finally have control over.
The fold sober thoughts while I mold clovers.
I'm god, and my conquest has been blessed..
From another Life
Sweet aromas burn, as the hands of time's judgement turns,
expelling life's yearn, I turn- trying to convey all of Earth's
obscurity which reaks of purity- or does it? Anxiety hast
encompassed my soul, creating a new abode from the old
as I triumphantly hold, the real meaning to life's pose-
Forked roads await yonder where willing souls ponder.
Engulfed in opaque thoughts embraced by optimism's grasp,
cast and passed but all remains virtually somber. A wonder
to behold- one man's life is another man's death, prerendered
by bloody murmurs with tunes of bass clef. So I waste not
a second more within this brethren's war, to choose which
fork I shall soil with my prescence- trailblazing to reach
a settled score, but yet, to the devil's core I withstand
the fiery entise like a metal sword in a kettle forged. I
peek between several doors embarking onto life's unseen.
Souls shall gleam and dream of life's redeem tamed serene.
We remain unclean until death brings us before judgement's
ridicule. Thus is when we are giving this life or the next. Two
paths intertwined to make one fork in the road. Left...Right..
until the story unfolds and renews its hue.
Ill Thoughts link
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=315105
My Link
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=314975