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Word woven tapestry
Of my familys ancestry
Lethal regal majesty
Nonfiction not fantasy
Exceptional blasphemy
Toward the dastardly
As I drastically
Continue masteringÂ
My grammatics naturally
Fantastically actually
Recalibrating
After melodious maladies
Cancerous catastrophes
Circumstantial tragedies
And calamities
Graphically collapsing
This planet spasmically
Interrupting the ruckus
Of the bastard combatants
Acting disastrously combatively
Hyperdramatics
Acted out theatrically
As I masterfully
Combat my past actions
That made ten years elapse magically
Thought flows
Perfect prose in a process
Of progress
Visionary optics
Missionary objects
That surprisingly vie
I had to fight to survive
I continue
To struggle and strive
To stay alive
Two eyes blind
But my 3rd did survive
My physicality is deprived
New rhymes contrived
Then rhythmically designed
My souls lyrics rhythmicity
Rhythmically spit lyrically
Altruistically linguistically
Intrinsic to the uplifting
Of the communal
Feudal vicinity
Despite its viscidity
I spit liquid lucidity
Mystic imagery
Depicted vividly
No mage can mimic me
'This specific sage' through mimicry
A performance stage of rage critically
An enormous metamorphed rage
Specifically encrypting we
I enter then exit
Perplexed with
Foolish foes
And those
That circumvent wit
Pain has NOT
Been suppressed since
I contested
To have passion invested
Seven martial styles invented
I went with
SkTzO the demented
He's no one
To contend with
He can speak offensive
Only to the hyper defensive
Sometimes relentless
To the defenseless
Uses his tongue appendage
To contend and defend with
Uses grammar to append shyt
Helping hand he would lend since
He's a street grammartist
Harvesting catharsis
Emotional cleansing
No pretending
Or apprehension
To use his pens wit
Dispense scripts
Depicting some lights lit
Unrestricted yet convicted
Of a vice grip
With a divine scribes
Nicely inscribed device grit
I might get a migraine
From sky pain
And 'light strain'
But I defy the lies
As I enter my demise
Then surprise eyes
With my uprise
Through my rhymes reprise
As I apprise
That we don't compromise
To ties
Their lies denies
The fire flame
In our name and eyes
My fire breathing
Can take heathen
And demonize
Their demon eyes
To patronize flagrant patrons
Feeling displaced
As I hear satans cadence
Through the voice of agents
Tracing my past mistakes and
Replacing the real with fakes when
I was burned at the stake then
Too much pain I would take in
Inexorably legibly execrable
Diction is detestably forsaken
Populace fully slumbering
While I'm Silently on a pill on a Hill
Yet somnolently awakened
Seven souls seismology shakened
Sclerotic erotica verbalized harmonica
I continue to 'hardly strive'
As I go through the process
Of a progress
To cathartic shrive
A bombarded shrine
My retarded mentally farthest mind
I've become the hardened mime
Stuck in a darkened 'garden rhyme'
Not 'kin-der', as my tongue splinters
To hinder horrendous lines
In hopes that I can end my life
With an androgynous anodyne
An anomalous autonymous mind
Strictly designed
Convicted to reach its apogee prime
Without conversing through obloquy
A complicated colloquy
Its not odd for me
Or evenly uncommonly
I AM GOD to me
And GOD for me
God forbid
I remain covered & hid
Smothered under
A newly discovered
Terra cotta lid
Split asunder
By my vocal thunder
We vie and contend
To append
How morality pretends
To defend
A deistic message sent
Wondering where
The theistic went
Time, creases in my face & space
Have gone mad and bent
There's no liturgy or sacrament
But I'm sad for men
Although my words and verbiage
Are escalatingly esculent yes excellent
Quite edible through my lyrical legibles
Mystically even mythically incredible
Yet sometimes my rhymes
Are defined to my detriment
Trying to get our minds sorted
Especially the incremental
Detrimentally ignoble sordid
Causing spasmic gasms
To be aborted
Others awarded
Although distorted
Yet my rage and hate
For those that have retorted
Cantankerously contorted
Are up to suffer more bid
Than Babylon the whore did
In a sequence morbid
Vivacious yet vacuous
Sometimes infatuated with the fatuous
Enamoured by clamorous
Exasperated by what's been exacerbated
Not exaggerated
Too much inside I hide
Yes I've debated
Sat and waited
Fretting for the letting
Of sunsetting
On my immaculate tracks (I made it)
Conflicted diction overrated
My bed and path I made it
Not Bed & Bath
I digress but yes we hate it
Congratulated
For not having had deviated
Rhythmic lines have been granulated
Then I graduated
So I sniff a few barz
Covered in scars
This 'Djinn O'Path'
Was injected to infect thee
And have ignoble foes emasculated
Tear their masks off
Because their masks I hate it
Inhale deeply
As I retreat me
Because we recognize
The greatest truth of lies
Is that ONLY I
Can truly defeat me
So I secrete he
As he excretes me
But We deplete he
Yet at the end of the day
I completely complete WE!
~SkTO~



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