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just different

Through my flaws, multiple mental doors and corridors

I've emerged with claws

No longer submerged but immersed in verse with laws

And now my jargon, is no longer hardened

Because I've harnessed the power of pardon

So excuse me, you cant refuse me

I'm here to defuse fumes and enthuse fools

Thus I can diffuse prosaic rules

I HOPE you compute me

And through my rhythmic lyrics

Decipher my hyperboles & homilies

As I shake the seismology of your psychology

And then I compose prose

So your vacuous, not fatuous souls

Can become whole and grow old

'Cause I'm infatuated with the demise of cries

Thus even in my secreted diatribes

I give sight through lines of rhymes

As my dialect is dialectic, speaking didactically

As I went from being overly dramatic, grammatically

I'm now speaking the truth NOT fallacy

And I commune WITH YOU pragmatically

I DON’T target you with garbage too

I'll NEVER finish my inquisitive lyrics

Because my spirit is covered in scarlet too

Thought I was the smartest

'Cause I praised the Ancient of Days

And saw how the harlot flew

And when I grew sagacious

My ways became efficacious

And the 'old version of verse immersion', departed too

So now I fly on a 'platinum vimana carpet'

A soft and warmhearted shrewd

I seek to speak of an end time 'barbeque'

No more fruit in a garden, so there goes my botany

I suppose I must impose foes through flows, probably

Because this anonymous anomaly is obviously the oddity

That communicates in electric methods uncommonly

And uses, NEVER refuses lyrical linguistics to lift spirits

Via 'shine brightly' distinguished lyrics

Hoping someone will ape me and mimic

Not hate me, berate, defame or desecrate me, specific

Some words and verbiage dispersed are analytic and cryptic

I entered this earth of dearth at birth for a temporary visit

MUSSE > can enthuse thee

With many multi-syllabic grammatics

That are prolifically monolithic, not given in gimmicks

Painting pictures of prose with digital acrylics

Some are Utopian, and others cataclysmic

But I'm the catalyst, that once had a list

And as a protagonist, I remain a zany activist

NO longer the devils advocate

And though my mind is inanimate

It animates my fate with much attractiveness

So this 'simply complex' syllabicate, is extravagant

And though an alien earthling inhabitant

I will ALWAYS be a superfluous non-supercilious semanticist

And though I DO... I can't exist!

Because I constantly NEVER obnoxiously bleed my creed

And am coerced through verse, to be my own coagulant

~SkTzO~