Bring Me Back When The World Is Cured, by sad*stik x Kno (2024)

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Bring me back when the world is curedI dreamed in black under burning suns

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While sun drenched blood-red hands hug suspects Drum-stretched skin grins back in a mugshot I pray sunshine lights paths of the once lostMud-pressed steps lie intact by a dug plot Live pay-per-view of the paper cut militiaWhere they hate to love a winner if you make it out the trenches Flaming arrows came blazing down breaking our defenses But I can’t complain I’m on a plane playing hard to get Watching rain rain wash away, pain and arsenic Walk of shame stayed weighted so I take it all in stepPainting counterfeits on my countenance in vain to blend in crowdsA mouth without an alphabet can’t shout it from the mountain tipsBed of flowers head of matches catches til I’m left in black Birds of prey may peck in packs, my vertebrates a Jenga stackPeckinpah pecking paws inserting fangs in every handThe purple stained the exit bags and turned the bread to ash But you don’t knowLooked up to god but he jumped the shark and left me hell borne Maybe it was a mirage or a facade I fell for Asbestos in the head electric fences left the shell torn I’m spellbound, tell me how you turned the sky to foil nowLet’s burn the midnight oil turn the insides goldLearn to live like coal all the ghosts I knowLurking in my home perfect form When the part I cut looked just like red accordion Breath ammonia each step reflects the mental loneliness Babylon tower heart is acid washed catatonic Static thoughts anaconda caws from the albatrossesThey build you up before they cast the stones Place you in a grave then they dance upon it casting spellsPast lives plastic shells and vampires detach themselves I’m in a world by myself I don’t need your help Look at how the dreams all fell to pieces when you’d secret tell Your shallow ways drowned your deeper selfBut you don’t know Costumes that are not decor Lost within a foggy world Monsters in the closet doorsTo talk to them I stomp the floorMorse code more skullsOssuary’s god-devoidI’m so wary god forbidI live in sin like martyrs were Hundred teeth all carnivore Puppeteers saw my bonesOne of me there’s lots of them Know why you broke my heart beforeDying’s just a part of warLies can seem too hard to formL’appel Du Vide I call to voids Sometimes I feel like Lobster BoySoar away so ornateCoronate with sharpened thorns Captive by the schadenfreude Trapped inside the darkest sewersStarving like it’s Yom KippurStarving like it’s kwashiorkorDrown me like I’m waterboardGet more than what you bargained forFaustian got your soulDown the street don’t cross the road Godless souls don’t count the sheepKnow how to sleep in haunted homesYou don’t know where darkness forms Supernova stars is bornOne of me there’s lots of whenIt rains it starts to pour But you don’t know

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If the earth is empty so am II don’t like to socializeI’m so like the ocean tideBack and forth so polarizedUsed to be so UltravioletYou should see me open fireUsually the ghostly typeEulogies with no goodbyes Hide my body below barren treesThen spare me from the caring when despair comes from disparity They’ll probably throw a party when they bury meStars and Saturns are just target practice when my barrels ringParity’s a parody these parakeets keep parroting Anything they hear or see even if it’s heresyCaroling carrying the notes they know no clarity In Paris smoking kerosene to periscope in stereoI toke until I’m aerial veins very varicosePain-bearing Dario Argento gentle terror strokesParanormal voices sound like karaokeEchoes getting very low wary souls got buried with the marigolds Looked up to father broke my neck everything got so complexReflections seeming older yet I know I haven’t grown up yetIs this how it’s supposed to get? Kiss abyss til co-dependentSisyphus got stoned again lit candles wicks on both their endsAcid spit til no ones left manuscript like rhododendrons No descendants cold descent smoke arose with no dissent Choke on roses poems left no one knows or noticed yetGrow a lotus hope it's kept in focus quotes are so inventive All my thoughts are constellationsLeave the population on the surface lost in observation God is not who made him watch him talk amongst the ravensPlus the piece I keep’s unregistered no Asalamalakum I’m so vacant always seeking closure from the destituteLungs becoming numb its from exposure to the metal fumes Locusts in my central view hopeless sentimental tunesThe earth is empty so are you its growing in my ventriclesEmpty as the moon when the light glowsEmpty as my view when the night fallsEmptiness consumes all my diodesEmpty as my tomb if I die old

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Car fumes poisoning my state againDarkroom I only see the negativeOnly show one side its like I’m tidal-locked Dark moons grow inside me like it’s 9 o'clock Their knives are sharp but my pens a Ginsu pent against you You Pentacostals can get pins in tissue pent up issues I‘ll press a pistol at your temple if I’m pessimistic This impressionism isn’t that impressive is it?My rep is automatic sipping Cazadores lifting casket doors,Red flags get the horns or pass the torchI go through green I’m like a Master Sword Ocarinas match the tones, golden sheen on cartridges I know the Link Between music and the woe-is-meIn seeing beautiful in hopeless things I’m piecing truth into these so-to-speaksNotes’ll ring around me all resounding in a ghostly key Sticatto spicattos sonatas in sopranoGet stigmata when the high notes go vibrato or legato Obligatto for Da Capo, music is the language When life becomes a prison you can use it to escape it

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My father used to give me 16 quarters for the coin-opMy mother used to try to give me orders I would boycottI ignored good advice like it was poison Palms pressed on head again to make the voice stopArm, leg, leg arm, head then Rakim Coming out the noise box running from my choices I never listened to the televisionHellish visions in my cell still they sell me prisonsEmbellishments that I tell in prismsSpell it eloquent without it feel irrelevant Angels not compelled to visit Cell-division when I split in halfEvil Ed it’s simple math I bleed a bitFor every single secret keptAnd the terror builds a hundred fold Please remove these bloody clothesCarousel of ugly bonesWhere it stops nobody knowsBullet wounds like honeycombsPoking through my sunny skullghosts of you still humming slowWelcome to the nothing showI used to wake up to sunlight in the orchard rowsRosebuds ho-hum glum like I’m Orson Welles Spoke a different language Orca whale Stuck inside a war Othello summer nights in tortoise shells Feeling like I’m born to kill morbid stills clung to lungs BordetellaMy father used to read me horror talesWords struck me like a scorpion tail, Every years the same now no more footprints on the playground…Days passed like a train passed slowlyFlames massed beneath grey-cast skylinesI stayed sick I wouldn’t take that quinine Bright light life became plain black twilight Why lie? waylaid into nothingnessI used to find fireflies under honey crisps Age made fine wine out of ugliness

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Christ died but I didn’t left blood pools I lied in itFind my penance inside penmanship sun rays bright lights emanateSkies tend to break life imitates strife mental state’s what you make itRoses froze on your shoulder cold I huff the fragrances hold em closeOlfactory bulb masterpiece poured gasoline on my brain againBrain stem got plucked awe-struck hard luck came and went I remained relentlessStained with scents so I take em in razorblades came to graze the skinBut I chameleon when I change again stone heart carnelian gradientAlien radiant rays within, 86-ed from ArcadiaThoughts so heavy cranium stayed uranium from not forgettingThat’s mania I stayed in cuts like salt assaulting my radiusPlease save me from the solemn moment, call upon a savior Your christ died but I’m alive in hindsight I might’ve died Upon a cross with albatrosses fireflies in cyanideGet acid washed or idolized I had to watch with idle eyesRevitalized in Babylon I babble on in spiral lines [sad*stik - Verse 2]Christ lied through bluest opals rained so much turned to an oceanBeautiful a new devotion fused to bone my cue to goLike cuticles accruing silt from digging graves for funerals My light is immutable I’ll highlight it with Luminol Look outside my window wind blows intonate my impulses in tempo Ten toes down memento crescendos left no sound echoes deftoneChest full of the maelstroms how come death shows face when the clouds come out? Mouth to mouth they breathe my breath I seek release then redirect From down and out to Jesus wept Bout It Bout It it to The King of DeathI’ve been drowning out full speed aheadI found my balance on needle heads,That poke the skin I pokerface can’t show the pain or opponents win,Hold a vase full of frozen rivers shown displayed in open ribsYour christ died but I’m alive in hindsight I might’ve died Upon a cross with albatrosses fireflies in cyanideGet acid washed or idolized, I had to watch with idle eyesRevitalized in Babylon I babble on in spiral linesFear is just a maskFear is all we'll ever have

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I learned to die in a slight inertia Verse a vice never vica-versaSerpentine when I write in cursiveCurse inside me I’m dybbuk box-like We’re still hiding within the moth-lightUrsa Minor or just the frostbite?Compliment yet they clench their jaws tight All their limbs get imprints of dog bitesSteal like Chris Paul get steel like Paul PierceYou’re disciples a flock like Paul’s peersLonginus all your ribs get hog-speared Psalms and hymns make ‘em lift like God’s spirit They talk of the fodder they heard through the vineI walked on the water and turned it to wine I’m rock of Gibraltar the words are divineMy hearts only darkness I learned to define One hit blood-let em Frank Booth in the booth come get love lettersVelvet tipped-tongue gun gripped in confessionBut I be too lifted there’s trees in my chestIvy grew in him there’s keef on my breath While they spewed venom I’d reach in the depths Life is too pretty to keep me depressed Wifey too gifted I keep her undressed Disaster artist gets catatonic Cats get skinned for acting brolicTurn a hallway to a Jackson PollockAlways choose my own lane Turn your high horse to glue that’s low grade I grew from propane, ablaze in tar-patchSank like Artax then bloomed a bouquetI remain with my head in the cloudsHeart in the crowdShoot my remains in your veinsYou're a part of me nowOpen third iris, shut your arteries downTouched by angel, got some head in the cloudsDope, in the hood like white powerIn the night hours, crown me king meWhile the knights cower, throwing bright flowers in a light showerAs we parade across razor blades On pins & needles and the beds we madeWhile Lady Luck plucks the heads she braidsFor the dues we paid, debts we savedAlthough prey became predatoryToo much truth nigg*, dead the storyToo much proof killa, there's ya VorheesGet up through Jenner, where's your car keys?You ain't seen sh*t & you don't know jackGot no LoJack, can't track no way backHands too dirty start to feel like pawsNails so strong they became like clawsNow you're only down for ya bitch and your dogsEven bit the damn hand that was pitchin you rawUnder stench of the law, one phone call Man bites yallDidn't leave the whole clip in your jawAsphalt don't talk, streets do whisperSame bad hand with some brand new blistersToucan Sam with some brand new pistolsBlock alarm clock sound a lot like missilesWe've got issues to rip through tissueWhen death kiss you, she don't miss youAnd she's unlisted, ain't no chancesYou just missed it, ain't no dancesForget that

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Dreamt I was lost in space doing aerials Solar flares in peripheral look like marigolds Chest dissect throat full of herringbones Strawberry moon so aglow with the pheromones Close my eyes it’s Hieronymus BoschChisel cold bones show a skull full of fog Open wounds grew turning snow into salt Orbit through gloom with the locusts and frogs Hurricane mind cried perfect framed skies Vertebrae changed to a serpent shaped spineCircles stayed bright time so bird of prey like Bounce between planets that reverberate cries Staying silent in the nebulousNeptune skin raining diamonds into emptiness A mix of violence with delicate Burning up alive until I am with the elementsSpontaneous combustion

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The silver-tongue of Silverlake psilocybin still awakeCeiling’s strange watch the villains skin begin to peel awayFeel the pain you should be afraid before you meet your makerI don’t need to pray I keep the hatred in my DNALike Saint Peter upside down inverted crosses all around meIf it’s evil let it in and if it isn’t not allowedI’m balling out lost again in haunted housesCopperhead with cottonmouth if I get crossed I cross em outI’m walking through the fog like Ming the MercilessTalking to my dog I’m David Berkowitz Slaughtering the false I slay like Perseus Watch me when I walk I’m making turbulence I’m god to them you’re all my sons, okay? I stay Copernicus burn em down like a church from Burzum nowMurder trial style,smile when the verdicts out versatileI wanna see your blood to put some iron in itBottom feeding scum can meet the higher quicker 27 Club ain’t sh*t if I ain’t in itAll my heroes died at 27So what's that mean if I'm not with them in heaven?Dark dreams that I see through the depressionGuess I need to start meetin with the reverendThe wasps say it’s a phase that I’m going throughLook within I’m amazed by the point of viewGod-like in a state of unholy fugue John Wilkes linkin rows from a vocal Booth Daisy-chaining my decaying state into a Great EscapeRazor blades trace the veins, crazy made me Baby JaneLSD from the clouds, maybe I'ma make it rainTablets on your tongue, join the cult, let the flavor aidDon’t forget my name when you’re burning the booksI been floating through space like a worm on a hook On a steady diet of depression and petty violenceSome drugs make me energized others gave me heavy eyelidsMesmerized by the darkness inside meI should be dead I’m a carcass surviving I dug a grave in the center of the galaxyI made it shallow to reflect your personality

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10. Disappear featuring Gifted Gab & MibbsI dream blue Blue Dream makes my lungs fullLevitate slow grew wings from the blunt smokeSun-stroked bloke spews green out a cut throatNever Div the pack gift of gab been a blood oathIs this pact of trust or just hope?Or Zarathustra that Thus Spoke?My girl body hottie in the plush clothesMomma sold the shottie but my Rottie got a snub noseYo look at all the bodies when in flood modeGODMODE paint a Rothko with the gun smokePut my open heart up in the PradoBack it with the dead canned laughter from a talk showLeft-Hand Path until the moss growsI’m in outer space just a lost soulI saw a bird floating right above my palmThough, swallows singing crossbones like it’s gospelI can roll a blunt better than them bitches in HavanaAsk your baby daddy he’ll say I’m a bad mamma jammaBaby I been spittin grammar since Bananas in PajamasI don’t know what ya’ll hittin on but my sh*t go HammerSo hammered, eyes slanted, red light yeah I ran itToo hot, no plan on landing anytime soonZoom through, that’s the moon in the rearview, how coolNow you roll two before the vibe’s blewVolume turned up til the dial brokeHotboxing in the space boat, wild smokeNot you rolling down the window, wow broPut a couple clouds in the sky from the pounds blownOne night I hit the indica and started thinkingWhy don’t eggs taste like chicken?What come first the egg or the Chicken?Is the universe glitching or am I trippinIn Tampa got some shrooms and started mixinWe was on tour wit Mac Miller that sh*t was differentRest in peace to Mac Miller that was my nigg*I think that tour was the moment when he start sippin, tho)All the greats get liftedWillie Nelson rolls joints while he get his braids twistedSnoop threw me a blunt in mid convo wit some bitchesGot high wit Wiz & Spitta when they first minted their friendshipToo many stories this a snippet, nothing specificWere all pretty high & this dinner is deliciousIm finna disappear in this joint right here

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My lady made a copper crown changed me to a proper nounMaybe I’m a meteor but you could never comet downShe floats across the kitchen floor in a cotton gownI kiss the sores Mrs. soars like a spotted owlIn candlelight you’re my dandelion pollen countAnywhere you step no longer common groundWe’re feeling cosmic when we talk amidst the lost and foundRevealing sonnets when my heart emits staccato soundsHome alone sipping sauvignon til we’re comatoseMy holy ghost eyes like jewels in two gopher holesFrozen in a photo frame saved within the KodachromeBouquets that you grow displayed radiate from chromosomesI wrote a poem for you everydayI hope you know that you’re the death of meWe turn the moments into reverieYou got me where you want me now I’m hoping that I never leaveI was found inside a black hole everything you touch turns to a floral sceneBeauty under surface perfect coral reefAquamarine aura forms around a sorrel queenLaurel wreaths and flora born beneath another storming seaI’ll wade it out weighted down by your fragrance nowChoral queen sings and then the quarreling is ceasedAnchors down wait it out until sun-rays come outSacred vows can change a quarantine to a shade of forest greenWhat a fantastic world to set fires let ‘em play in ashesAnimals and empires that ventilate to gasHands curl like a dead spider skin is made of glassWe can dance under the red skies like immolated matchesWatch the smoke come from the evergreensSpelling quotes of how you better meI hope you know you make the embers breatheYou got me where you want me now I’m hoping that I never leave

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It’s torture to me cuz now I’ve become accustomedForced out of routine, I’m like the leaves when the gust comesWinded, can I achieve what I once was?Always was so timid and not touchy with my loved onesToo busy putting someone’s somebody above someAll I give yet given nothing, grumpy picking up crumbsPeople telling me i’m something, giving up thumbsAs if to know it is to feel it but I’m just numbStunned I’m not, can’t untangle the stomach knotsDo drunken talk, unstable and stumble, walkAway from problems but unable to snub the thoughtsHow much longer till doves and angels of us can swap?Hiding’s enough betrayal I’ve done it lotsLying saying I’m tough as nails like what a crockHard to accept change, it doesn’t stopTill one day you expect rain and it doesn’t dropIt’s raining outside anchors of mine weigh on my mindI pray for a sign praising the sky’s sacred designTake in the sights painted in spite pain and the strifeArrays of the light erase the night make it mineI stay to myself state of my life halos on fireI waded in hell wasting my time angels have diedThere’s mazes and lines razors and mines fakers and mimesTracing the lines plagiarized savor the times,Maybe I’ll shine but I’m made to decline am I?Tasting the wine divine made from your Christ I’m blindPatient I’m pacing praying embracing the vacantRage against light that’s dying aching aside I’m fineLook alive still I’m flayed with a knifeTook it in stride villain mosaic designCrooked lines undefined I’ve been saving for godSanctified Monet-like colors raining outside

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One step away when I stand on the terraceKill what I hate made me channel RamirezCasting my body in Plaster of ParisGas light looking like a gun’s to his headLittle black cloud follows me like a stray dogWhen I have doubts rain falls on my haloNo matter the issue thoughts never lessenAdam and Eve still taught me a lessonWhy make it sweet if they won’t let you eat it?Get what you want and they won’t let you keep itSerpents assertive they’re showing their teethTheir words for the birds it don’t show on my feedI love myself better than you I’m in HeavenIf hell is the present I meant it for youDid I mention I mended the woundsThey amended the truth ‘til it fit an agenda for youNow watch me bloom I talk to moonsI walked the plank stayed all consumedYou’re false-accused,I’m fossil fuelToo far from you inopportuneIt’s always dark I’m nocturnalI fall apart by moleculesBecome distrusting I’m not immuneIf you don’t love my ugly it’s not for youOn the outside looking in alwaysGet on my case it’s a cold caseHead full of cases from short-rangeHead full of flames get the propaneAnyone in range gets the sulfateThat’s an acid bath for the plastic onesStorm-chasing’s fine but there’s more to lifeEveryday is like an act of godFormations form until I’m fortifiedOne step away with no sign of reliefWatch how I slide when I glide on a beatSay what I mean so I die with a meaningMatter over mind when the mind is in needWon’t find reprieve my assaults relentlessAbsolve the vengeance, pour salt in a circleWard off the henchman, no god attendanceOr virtue look how they mock and desert youI’m a bag of skin that’s on displayPhantom Limbs still poking woundsRe-animate what rots away examine itAttach the skin and hope it moves,On a kill streak with no attachmentsHeart is so freezing Nome AlaskaNo cap mama used to sing until her breath frozeExoskeleton that won’t crack ever you can quote thatI listen when they’re fishing thick skin gets ripped whenThey talk out their gills with indifference quick to nit-pickIf its different then watch how it feels from a distanceI earned my presence wasn’t giftedI turned the seconds into minutesI’ll burn the heavens if I feel like itYou could lose it in an instantI’m showing the glass I felt in my soulNo wonderland when I fell in a holeEmbracing the weak leaves a shell of the wholeI take what they leave watch it melt into goldLike the plastic onesStorm-chasing’s fine but there’s more to lifeEveryday is like an act of godFormations form until I’m fortified

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Shotgun in my mouth the one that god forgot aboutPaint a Pollock on the wall hieroglyphics for the fallI exist in mortal coil life just isn’t for us allTried to find the silver bullet lining in a waterfall of Morton SaltProjecting suicidal thoughtsLife-rafts they threw grew to nooses I enduredI gave my heart away so they could brutalize for sportI ate up all the pain until it grew inside my poresI’m porcelain ignoring any moment I’m aliveWhen the Angels that I cry to are frozen in the sky(They don’t listen)I’m sickened by the vultures in my mindAlways sulking in the lies so I soak em in some lye(When I visit)Matador gored by two cattle hornsCenter is an apple core joy is an afterthoughtMade of matter but I matter not laughs are aftershocksAlabaster albatrosses captured in an act of godNo need to fear the devils hands leaving here in exit bagsHell is other people, right? Tell em I don’t need my lightDreams of mine ending with the deicideEven I’m upended by the scene of my intentions(A sea of imperfections)A dog hiding from the dog daysGod died below the crawlspaceOnly onyx in the hallwaysChosen topics always toxicWatch it make my heart acheThe tar tastes sweet the hard rain’s sleetI know I’m celestial but the star-gaze ceasedSwallow all the medicine til sharp pains leaveNever chummy I’m just chum when the sharks came to eatHands they extended look like open mouth squidAmiss in the abyss friends will throw him down quickBuried in a shallow grave no one found himIn Aokighara Forest or an Overtoun Bridge

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Going 55 down Mulholland DriveI smell the pollen from the columbinesBaby I am yours I'm your concubineDrunk off the falsified gods and their watered wine I swallowed prideThe author writes what he authorizedI watched the water rise higher in this jar of fliesI caught her eyes before they cauterizedI saw the heights of the sickness it's a symptom of the Modern TimesI don't subscribe to the popular thoughtI stay unpopular hide with the poplars in thoughtAnd play philosopher a populace without a proper cureBut hydroponic chronic kind of a connoisseurWe're all a bunch of liars make sure your con is sureThey conquer viewers with constant mantras to mock in chorusWhile carnivores eat each other I just watch in horrorI'm not surprised but I wanted moreSo I'll cuddle with the cuttlefish fish for love cut my wristsSip the blood come to grips that maybe I just like the tasteSave me from the tidal waves spare me the recycled phrasesIn a chariot the angels carry me to higher placesI don’t serve the masters like domestic dogsHad to let my passions kill my past to resurrect a godAll my exes dead and gone excellent who’s the next to go?Heart grew smaller over time that’s why I call it nesting dollPushing 95 on the 405Bout to put my ride on its side, prolly won't surviveProposing we toast an explosion, noone should cryWhen I die, throw the noblest notions of me asideLet your mind hold the coldest devotion frozen in timeNo goodbye, feed that regal lie through a needle's eyeRedefine what it means to recline in seats of ironSo when I throw my rope in the sky just leave me highHold the line, when I lead to the brine I sea divineSleet or shine, free the Clementine from my feeble MindParalyze, no one knows where you go when you expireSo desires can be deified if you're feet to fireTree Of Life, might go hasty when I seek to see the lightIf I'm reading right, it's a sign I'ma leave tonightMight take the exit off the 105 pushing 105Bout to put my ride on its side, hope I don't

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I think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietestTuring has been quite a test , I blink and I’m on fireI don’t wanna go outside, got the weight of the world insideGums flap but they’re misguided, thumb tacks stick into my eyelidsIn dreams I can see violets, I weave in between silence andScreams when I seek solace in things that don’t bring solaceI think I can reach Zion one day if I bleed oftenRoam catacombs I hide in Burn bridge til I live islandBurn bridge til I’m with sirens Furnace when I get fired upHer kiss can rescuss vitals Joan Arc at the witch trialsWatch world through a bleak iris In a field full of pink irisI’m filled up with grief lifeless But still want to be righteousI think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietestTuring has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fireNo love on a strict diet, coal heart turned into a diamondPoke holes in it with a trident, if you don’t care why’d you try then?Cry oceans to Poseidon, will they listen, do they hear you?Send locusts from the Bible, ten plagues sitting in my clear bluesTip-toeing while I’m on a tight-rope, see evil while I wear a blindfoldNo fear we’re all gonna die soon, those tears must’ve been a typhoonMy fantasies ring violence, my pen only inks ricinThese sea levels keep rising, see hell when I read climatesThese preachers are never pious, my teachers we’re better liarsI sleep on a bed of razor blades, love letters unrequitedI think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietestTuring has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fireFeel stuck in between vices, ignored all of their advicesSet mines detonate my mindset, dead eyes looking in my windowsBread crumbs leading through the wildwoods, Redrum when I hold that knife gripCold shoulders so I get the ice-pick, turn any moment to a crisisIs it loss if I have to die young? Time go by with the bygonesDie twice like a messiah, why try when I’m pariah?God strike me with your lightning, my neck hang it by a kite-stringThese strings puppeteer violins, these wings leaving me flightlessPoke holes when I get defiant, before the ghosts all begin to riotNever know what the total price is, without dark we can’t see the light hitI think this is my quietus, instincts always sing quietestTuring has been quite a test, I blink and I’m on fire

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Rainfall rainfall, come until the pain’s goneWash away the small-talk cutting me like chainsaws AWOL change blue views with the cray pasSketch it with crayons embed it in chaos I’m better than they are make sure they all taste saltWhen they utter my name make em numb with licainMigraine lay up under my brain why change When there’s none in my lane I reign whileDrops fly down just to wash my crownDeluged when the god cries out, they chooseTo be moth-light bound, I knew my nooseWas a tear-drop shape on a off-white clownWatch em grow into trees that I roll for reliefWhen I smoke disappear then I’m gone in a blinkAll my spit turned to pearls then I broke it in piecesTake out my skull just to soak it in bleach All I ever wanted was the pain to appease I’m afraidAll I got was a change of the seasons, make me believe in the phase of the beast I release when I trace it in cement and leave itThe rain makes the leaves wet (buried under sea-level)Stayed on the defense (wary of the she devils)Talks are so toxic I’m not interested I live in the underground walking with lepersOxygen levels are nada persona non grataI author stigmata armadas of trauma I’ll burn with the gods I’m a martyrThen turn it to Autumn Sonata de nada De Sade on the Marquis, I’m dodging the harpies A part of me’s lost so I follow the heartbeats If I’m made of water that comes from the rain Then the waves that I’m on are a part of my body GODMODEDownpour, downpour tell me what you drown for?Precipitate tears then I wait til the clouds form Monsoon weather they all flock together, same featherPeaco*ck blue neon hue freon grewFrostbitten bones tossed to the shoreTalk to the ghosts when they knock on my door Got lost in the snow with a pocket of posey Posthumous flow from the god of the lonely Watch when he glows in the dark and the insects come Get stuck in the fishnet tongue, press luck til the kismet humsKiss death when the lips left numb, on a voodoo dollWhen the pins get stuckAnd The pain wouldn’t wane so I stayed in the grey with a misspent loveWon’t play their charades it’s a dangerous gameTwo graves that I made while I rained on paradesIn the eye of the storm where the tides are enormousIce on the shoulder the mind is a fortressLight from the smolder providing the warmth Why live by the pen rather die by the sword My god I’m lost in the height of the fogTime stops when it grinds to a halt Find what I lost, died on a cross, price of the almsWrite highlights as a shrine for the gods, shine brightLike a light in a tunnel when I lie in the rubbleThey admire the struggle, I’m trapped in cocoonsWith the lightning and thunder that I hide in my jugularProviding my blood for the Draculas tooCome die in the mud cut ties with the sunOnly clouds come out when its time for the flood Ultraviolet flux, I decline in a flashWhy define what is nothing when I am just ashGODMODE

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I am the Bringer of the LightThe singer of the demons and the feeder of the firesThe keeper of the lie people use to free their mindsKush burns when burning Bushes bloom their secrets in the nightI am seven headed hydra you cremated all the angelsThe Heaven-sent pariah you created as a scapegoatI watched you plant a poison seed “for surely you will die”So am I the Great Deceiver or the person in the sky? Tell me why[I am The Shepherd of the SheepThe curer of the lepers and the shelter for the weakI am the conscience in your head before you speak, I am everythingWithout the suffering and grief you’d never hear the Heavens ringI made the Serpens to present them with a choiceI pulled you from the stars while they listened to your voiceSo now who’s the real victim the created or creator?I gave the world beauty and they blame it on the Savior, look)Why would you create a wooden cross to watch your son die?(There’s not a sunrise I wouldn’t cross to watch the son rise)I’m tired of the cryptic speech riddles and the mystery]When misery is present you don’t fix it or give sympathyYou clipped my wings I used to be an angel you remember that?[If I recall Non Serviam was your choice of epitaph]I always do the dirty work punishing the sinnersI’m the hero that the world deserves you’re nothing but an image[What if suffering’s a gift to learn the value of the moments?And Serpens necessary to deliver their atonement?]That’s bullsh*t the only Hell I see is the world you made[You never understood the real meaning so you lurk in flames]You stripped them naked then made them feel only shame for it[I script the sacred they disobeyed and they paid for it]Self-righteous demagogue applauding when they writhe in vainWhile you’re right as rain you write the rain until they die in pain