Yo whers always a pleasure reading ur work
no more we for i strive for what was meant to be....
Controlled might melt ice like firebreathing weaponry :
Dragon's talons stabbing abdomens....all lines flatening
looking like manikins my swirling saber sickle splattering
these bullets that be hurtling from gun clappin' passion
draw the curtains it's happening you already staggering
feel the fallen angel wings flapping like god is asking :
....how did you end up being surronded by masked men ?
but the multi-sylibles bars, and interconnected word play is straight poetry my friend