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Six chains,
wrists, ankles, waist, throat,
Six angels on the ends,
holding me back.
Diamonds on the links still I make them go crack
Lasers in my verbs so they mask me all black.
Walking through the streets whips lash as I graze my own back.
Color wheel the color blind is torture, like that.

Drags me down the road while they muffle my words,
If I speak them it could raze my own herd.
That's why it's legions for the truth and these skeletal holds.
Pointing at the truth straining eyes scream "No."
Laughing at the proof, their puppet strings all sewn.
Blankets of the devil wrapped around like robes,
As I'm walking though the gates,
catching tigers by toes.
Leave the beasts declawed tongue ties in a hole.
Raise the dust into dirt then I cover death row,
As the wings buffet harps love it, music down low.
Everything's Everything May day growth,
Shells pour out the bucket, ammunition on glow.
Capricorns and pearly bars, filed horns and gloating guards all roll with my skits.
Because my skits so effective bags of gold hit the ground spilling out, look at this.
I'm a Crypt, and there's plenty where I get.
Wanna take a trip, then just take a little a sip.
There ain't a trap I have not tripped, so trip this trap, let's all get rich.
Exploits stacked explorers packed,
the plants growing in the back, look like Crayola strains Hah.
Turn recovery to relaxation tell the hateful they can re the laps.
Leave 'em circles, that's the rings that I throw on that.
First name is Victory, and my blade Just likes to keep with that.
Only bars I'll face keep all the liquor tapped.
Only trails they'll ever trace keep 'em on twirling like a silly act.
.357 before I'm going back.
Tell the Feds to kiss my ass, cause I rode in on that.
The beads around my neck are special,
Pope somebody or other probably breathed on that.
Pick my youth up like a hooker, I guess I enable that.
And I'm dropping Atom's, so good evening to you zombie rats.

Zombies in my head,
zo-zombies in my head.
Zombies on my phone,
zo-zombies on my phone.

Zombies in my bed,
zo-zombies in my bed.
Zombies on my throne,
zo-zombies on my throne.

And I'm rekillin' 'em alone.

This is such a silly poem,
No it's not, rhyme rate is some cologne
I'm in the Kingdom, I might throw my God a bone.
I hear them singing, ears are ringing like a phone.
The world's a dog, I might raise myself a clone.
What's two dirty drums compared to Crete with megaphones.
Your shouts are feeble I'm the metaloadedchrome.
Silence,
Michael Lucifer Patron.
Violence,
it's best if you go home.
I'm schizophrenic so my skulls a microphone.
My shadows moving so the future builds a Rome.
Your lights receding and the shores of convictions keep on crashing at the throne.
If I descend the ripples from my waking ripples through your all zones.
You think I'm crazy, I'm the pinnacle crazed grown with some thorns stuck in my bones,
If I ever pluck them out you'd better pray yourself a boat.
Because an ark just wouldn't cut it, see, your budgets all wrong,
I afford the front, acquitted right before I blow,
I'm a Spirit eating demi's as I spit dark souls,
I'm a subject of the REMs, Mastered dreams I sew.
I'm the serpent in your city making concrete grow.
I'm transparent to the many double blind y'all know.
Faces I've got plenty, you feel that tingle I know.
Mirrors for the windows, I blaze light shows for a living.
Get it? I make light grow for the living,
In my attic there's no ceiling,
In my basement there's a peeling, as I grind through all your reeling.
Keep it real without the willing,
Willing ways to wreck the wrath that wraps you up when you're revealing.
Reckless workers of my kingdoms think it's funny when I'm spilling.
But that's acid in those clouds I'm moving like the wind I'm grilling.
That's a burning in your chest,
that's your treasure that I'm stealing.
I could melt your heart away,
I could freeze you while you're dealing.
I could catch you on the run,
Because I run you all away when I am feeling.

That's why I seem so numb sometimes,
When I'm dull the demons silly jumping 'round like it's them winning.
And as I give myself to you I warn you endlessly,
eternally I'm sealing,
my life and light the energy of all my love into the willing.
Never mind the judgement day,

I killed the Judge before beginning.

Take off your shades,

I cleared the sludge before defending,
I cleared the path for you to fence me.
Who you think I am suspending?
On my own, still flight,
Look around all night.
What's the end or moving on without the fight?

What're these wings without the gusting of the plight?
What's resurrection, without the sin I like bite?
Where's the secrets you've been hiding all my life?
What's this journey, it's the witness I provide,
What's an attorney? When I bring the world a bride,
While I'm busy burning, hope the wise know how to hide.
I'm over yearning, under me the weak rise.
All week I've been dead, now I'm back with more life.

I'd like to show you someone, and that someone's my wife.
Celestial fire and she keeps me warm nights.
I'm the rain and the wires sparking feelings at first,
Now we're dancing with the dragons through your eyes you feel hurt,
You didn't get chose,
But our children all flirts,
News flash.
This is my Earth.
Land full of grace,
this is her birth.
Planets call 'em planned it,
Now I invite you all first.
I use these websites like a Heli-Pad.
Landing feet first, showing off for dad.
Arthur out the hearse, and he ain't going back.
Just one example of the people Michael row row rowed with the that.

No more protection for the people that still believe with the hate and angry artifacts.
My art horrific because it seeps with heavens influence,
and constantly I'm spilling facts,
It's thrilling to me when another blinded comes around, admits they're feeling that.
You can't see my face,
because the camera flash is slower than the "magic", yes I deal with that.
Oooh, so dark an ominous.
How'd I slip the grip of evil men and women,
My wife's a glamourer.
Gold sparkles in the dust as I leave you with my stamina.
Eternally a hammerah', North East, I'm digging Wells, and flowing on to better plans with Ya.
 
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