Saturday Cypher Flow

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just different

It seems to me

That one day I will cease to be

Because I seek a piece

And seek to increase the peace

But the sheep is fleeced

And 'cause I speak more than a peep

And my seeds beseech

To feed the need

And thus my creed & philosophy

Is to obviously

Be KNOWN, as it is shown

That I'm an uncommon oddity

A deistic anomaly

That believes in camaraderie

But the populace fear my dominance

And their somnolence

Make THEM FEAR as they HEAR

When I spew & secrete suppressed documents

Using simple similes through syllabics

I intend to snap your synapses

Yes the math is graphic

And that pain vast is grafted

I'm too in depth and deft

Hence these rhythmic lines is crafted

But the daft and their ineptitude

Make them think they 'swept the dude'

And they're to decrepit

To see their own decrepitude

But I left them too

I'm to potent and awoken

To be seen as a joke or token

I wish I could fix all those that are broken

But it seems they desire to be broke

Thus their laugh is croaked

And their path is a circular moat

And their vernacular chokes

And I noticed that most souls

Are apparently foes

Like Dracula folk

Sucking energy seeking empathy

While draining the masses

I aint got time for them asses

Too much time constantly passes

And they emit and spew toxic gases

As their mouths become asses

And so within this cypher

I chose to become a hyperbole

I sit back and watch serpents jerking nervously

Because I worked their nerve

And hurt their souls neuro-circuitry

And they know nothing is anymore disturbing or perturbing me

And ONLY my kith and kin are concerning me

So don’t disperse a curse worthless

But converse to hurt and throw dirt

Upon the oily birth of the serpents

Because they merge with merchants in verses

And I no longer waste my time in lines or rhymes

Trying to give life to those under the surface

So to hell with the color of your dermis

We're here to NOT shed tears but release fears

And increase the TEETH of us roaring beasts

And utilize emotional beats to enjoy the feasts

So as we grow and continue roaring

We might potentially awaken

Those old or cold souls forever snoring

But that’s no longer the reason I'm roaring

Because I do what I do out of passion

Which happens to be kinetic highly energetic action

And us as a united bright light faction

Share a disdain for the mundane pain

But our roars and claws are offering more traction