An hourglass at the bottom of the ocean
Explosions of emotion, cause commotion
I think of lost love, I think of lost honor
In dark rooms with locked doors, I must ponder

Lack of meaning, I'm seeing depleting the fleeting dreaming, that's redeeming the being who's sleeping, not seeing, the gleaming bleeding of our hearts beating repeating meeting and grieving the swords we're unsheathing when feelings are seething and heating into

A bottomless fiery chasm, which contains within it the mask of the phantasm
I'm a plague that's ultrasonic symphonic,
Spitting subatomic comets ancient avionic sonnets with chronic harmonics

I threw in the towel before the bell rang
Couldn't take the harsh blows from Clubber Lang
A waitress in the bar was crying as she sang
She could never fully extract the venom from my fangs

Poison that coarses, through strange forces
Trapped on red hills surrounded by red horses
We change shapes, eat forbidden grapes
We change states but we can't escape the fates

We all enslaved to the eternal reoccurence
Within the sea of time we just flow to the currents
Life shoots you down like a soldier to a turret
I contemplate stars like an old forgotten hermit

I offer you my loyalty oh red queen
You who walk in silence and travel unseen
Standing on the ashes of every fallen regime
One can only know beauty through the death of a dream

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The Demon on the track, he's a friend of mine

asked me to speak in tongues, in an arcane rhyme

and the rhyme that i spat, caused atoms to crack

my big bang, left the universe charred and black

he said that it was ill, I thought it was dope

this rhyme that i wrote, was condemed by the pope!

but that's viewed as a joke, and a pretty darn stupid one

I'd spit it, but i forget it, so, here's what I'll do for ya:

I'll loot the tomb of methuzela, shoot to nubia

scoop a beautiful cutie with booty and bruise her uvula

brutally put my boot to you losers while hooting: "GOONGALA!"

you can't woo me with mula, i'm soon to bring doom to lucifer

zeus with electrocution, the destitute executioner

blessed with a less then usual, Hex directely confusing you

Incapable of mercy, my heart is but a fable

No cain and abel, O.H.M & Francois: Luke Cage and Cable