Pariah

There's an ethereal bacterial infection In my erected succession Success is in session I had to go through hell In order for me to bring you heaven And 'mana unleaven' Im a sire of dire manic depression It had me trampled when I gambled In my scrambled oppression I was once ONLY mythological But became an insane brainy legend Confessing my presence Is of a divinely hy-brid essence Our presence is a present As I set precedence Of lacking decadence And exposing the relevance Of elegant eloquence In my aggressive Artillery type weapons Of expression Expecting them to be blessings From my many Much more than plenty lessons Yet never lessening the aggression Earned from my lifes strife And my rivals oppression I survived my 'Urge' to be a 'Demi' Because Prime Creator Just wouldn't let me Yet 'it' fret me And get read-y Set, gooo NOW just forget me But my mind won't let me I just recently detected An afflicted infection in my reflection Which is a CONfession Of my internal verbal insurrection and injection Into societies false sobriety And obvious narcissistic piety Which I desire not to project Or protect, for I expect And exert an experts rejection Photographic syllabics slavic Sliding through poetic traffic With my digital calligraphic Speaking a poets potency To ALL demographics Across the atlas geographic Blood rushing and touching All souls ethnographic For although my words are seen Making a scene on the screen I remain holographic Speaking in method telepathic To your synaptic Creating a literal visual photographic To ascertain your brains topographic  My methods Although elastic are drastic Tearing apart my heart and verbiage fabric With semantics and tantric antics Frightfully frantic On the coast of the Atlantic With spastically spasmic rad graphics Causing a 'Red Dead Pool of Havoc' Slightly sociopathic and laughing With my word wizardry magic Jarring minds with my Asguardian jargon That's monolithically massive Like a blue whales phallic Neck snapping While rapping emphatic Breathing life into the asthmatic With my minds mechanics Being so dynamic yet slightly tragic Frequent frequencies of snow static Switching by magnet tactics Causing my brain waves To act and react erratic Yet always organic The fruit I bear, I swear Are delightfully yet frightfully Fantastic like a 'Stan fanatic' Instilling some anxiety Causing chills down your cervical and thoracic Musses mind Designs rhymes ANTI socially sporadic That are usually An automatic classic  Chomping on a Vlasic While I chill in a Park Jurassic I'm NOT willingly part of An elite fleet PSYCHOpathic  Admittedly Im a little bit schizophrenic Yet not genetically pathetic There, 'I said it' My other selves want ME beheaded But that day Is totally unknowingly dreaded Im getting ready to cook up Another meal of zeal And my intrinsic linguistics Are already seasoned and breaded Demons secreting secrets of secrecy Spewig sewage vehemently About 'me' the Behemoth see Secretly seething While fire breathing and deceiving Receptors as interjectors And interceptors With postulated conjectures Retrieving thee un-be-lie-va-bly And yet beLIEvably I continue critiquing myself Not so decently ceaselessly We at least have the decency To speak to 'we' appreciably And it comes out rather easily For although not yet adjourned As we're convening here conveniently I figuratively inconveniently Feel serpents seeking leniency While causing poyrous pain grievously And the numbing pain Is created needlessly From antiquated overrated days Up until ecently These demons want a piece of me And they WILL NOT get it peacefully Because the barricade of words Trying to disturb And force me to curb me illegally Have tried to suppress my best But I found my crest in my chest In the form of an 'S' Which makes me §up€r SkTzO legally But I also found my diadem When I was dying then Which speedily places me In a 'position of persons' regally Solemn, yet somnolent claims Of various names Nomore inconvenient secrecy And Im not speaking facetiously But definitely supremely ingeniously Now my mind is kind of feeling And acting sleepily A tad bit uneasy But seeking to sleep serenely Thoughts fluctuating unevenly Devilish dreams are seeking To be deceiving me And getting me lost At my pineals cost Sanctifying my sanctum irretrievably But these freekin demons WILL NOT be beating me Publicly OR in secrecy No matter how much they imagine That they'll continue To be treating me And thats a decree Thus I am FREEING ME So you wont see me Fleeing the scene! ~SkTzO~