Zarathustra The SkTzO

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just different

I’m WOKE, thus spoke Zarathustra

Not a man of lust or lack

But I combust when I bust a track

I ONLY entrust with facts

So though awakened

I’m still terribly ignored and forsaken

But not broken>because some are tracing

My steps like a template

I’m not one to contend with

Although I can be contentious

I’m not really content with

Having discontent wit

So I became a magnate

And create my own mandates

Keep my head up and stand straight

Now I can disband weight

I think I need a Band-Aid

Because I cant wait

Writing so much

My hand aches

The price of pride

Is a flat rate

It allows me

To exponentially expand traits

And become everything that some man hates

So let that marinate, because more is implied

And HIS lies supplied

Have implied

That this guy

Can NEVER touch this sky

So his sigh and his cry

Is deeply rooted in his pride

But then the best of ‘E’ replied

That we shall not allow an abysmal divide

Wisdom that which causes schisms

Is HIS bride

She’s my Bonnie and I’m her Clyde

That’s how I’ve sur/vived

So I sur/mise

To my own sur/prise

That although I’ve been marred & scarred

I CANT STOP, because I’ve come too far

And so I remain efficacious, quite graciously

Spewing a spewage of NON sewage tenaciously

Filling up minds that were once ‘completely filled’ spaciously

I break chains and erase the sedated courageously

Every time I write rhymes and recite

That’s where my greatest vacation, be

Although a designer, writing is where my vocation be

A true poet is what this ancient patron be

Fluent in rhythmic phonetics, hurting vermin fatally

My consistently constant conversation be

That Zarathustra spake brazenly, to awaken thee

And amazingly my lyrical masonry

Awakens sedated souls out of their complacency

But I’m growing impatient, see

Seeing too many bereft souls and their spiritual vacancy

I witness too many vagrants speaking flagrantly

Occasionally bringing light to those that walk aimlessly

In the darkness, I spark this to make some harken racially

And now I stand above many out of grace

Its ONLY because GOD had been chasing me to chasten me

And though punished several times mistakenly

I correct my flaws daily..but do so playfully

I’m becoming impaired in this lair

But will die a Awakened Maven, that forever speaks brazenly

Lets start our own Cult of Personality

And let LOVE be the “Initiation Fee”