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    lazarus rises soon...
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

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    lazarus rises soon...
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    ridiculous. props

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    yo this is a dude you do not want to get mixed up with-

    keep sittin with that chisel g-

    i'm lookin 4word to your next dart-

    peace-

    GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION



    'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    none askin the status of atom...
    ...not even in the smallest way...just building. stay up...
    $%#&!

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    blessings are manifested upon the warriors of our culture, the dartists of our cartel.

    Sheep, you doin it big with the 9 project and I'm waitin to hear more of TSA's killer limited editions.
    JTS...hey, aint nothin to say about the god. lions roam the streets, J's teeth sink deep (haha!)

    Tone, I'm waitin for you to jump down on this!

    I plan on this being an exploration of concepts...

    follow me
    ...if that was a shout to me [a tone], I'm on it my brethren. keep me posted and all that. see, we show & prove eh. this output effects change...I'll let you know 'bout my church series soon, and the 1000. and one...
    $%#&!

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    ...so far .5kuts, you been moving to put this web thing together. good insight, bruh. uh, you seem to be the one eligible to solidify suh'm of this. we gon' keep building [skyscraperz]. I got obligations [me and 1000], but I'm a' catch up with you on that and remain posted. 'cause I'm obligated to this forum as well.
    if you get me, ay'thing here is happening in real time. so, we drawing the contract terms out automatic, how the cartel [as in this house of darts] gon' build...
    $%#&!

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    Default Lazarus, a craftsman

    approach the light
    I sold my soul for the coldest diamonds
    old and tired,
    I died mining coal from a broken mind
    blow by the slow life when the dro's lighted
    spend most times chokin on unfocused coke lines
    the slow writer tokin smoke through gold wires,
    my signs were molded in fire
    and now a silent ghost blinds posts with floating iron
    stay unknown and stain the globe,
    wu-tang,
    slayers of coasts taking payment in stones
    when the inner layers unfold sinners lift prayers to bones
    make craters from domes and lay waste to thrones
    upstage players in fake roles they barely control,
    blood blazes from veins where the god's language flows
    take this cross upon painful roads,
    past the ponds and lakes of frozen prose, John the Baptist tapes his latest scrolls
    the sages spoke and Satan's reign was slowed
    contained by fleshly elements yet raised as an angel from this hell-hole
    go-spel relected as a clone only respected his own,
    monotone art kit texts,
    my next target's heart is sewn/sown with chrome
    grown hydroponix by conquerin kings
    no argument,
    scripts I'm harborin are partly machine
    3D plotters scoff at frogger regimes while this witch doctor concocts drinks that stops rotting and bleeding
    the holocaust of speech cost us more than one dart speaks
    journey leagues when I burn sheets and skim the surface of murderous streets
    the world turns and she nurtures our greed
    further than anything green
    images on-screen are vividly seen,
    filtered and still believed, we shit on the remedy,
    spending empty seasons with killer deciets
    fisherman fleets build a temple a week
    monumental in itz peaks, each rock a mark of the beast
    card carrying fiends, once buried, now feed
    crowded cemetaries, ferries of despair and disease
    lairs of the deceased are prepared for 28 weeks
    crimson eyes stare emptily from entities sparing with speech
    deny Charon his fee as I bare bleeding teeth,
    tear trees from frail feet leaving entrails danglin from a stranger's fatigues
    strangle teams,
    my dangerous strain of jeans hangs lames with Buddy Lee's
    L-shaped shells are propelled by an eigth of the team,
    don't take what u can't bring
    break stamps with a cannon's ink,
    this clandestine clansmen commander never sneaks
    deadly weaponry beams packets,
    gleaming steel jackets passed to the masses by Lazarus, a craftsman
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    Default Budda's teaching 1

    "believe nothing, no matter where you read it, or who said it, no matter if I have said it, unless it agrees with your own reason and your own common sense"
    ---Buddha


    I spit seas and swallow the wind
    follow a god's dreams and draw from this script
    jars of pens plot the revenge of marksmen betrayed
    targets of scientific debate and intense hatred,
    these men blend pages of life as blades united
    escaped Arkhamm patients in the night,
    patiently writing "end of days" dissertations
    the sinister faces devising against caped knights
    traitors are nice with venomous knives,
    criminal minded lyricists called to be abyssal spawn
    the dark demons from the farthest reaches of life
    drink each heart-beat of light,
    breathe in hardened leaves of spite
    towers of Pisa lean right as I teach this powerful thesis
    scowling cowards walk with Jesus as I chalk this author's voice
    fallin from the cliff's teeth I'm caught by inked wings
    slaughter enemies softly with this song, addin on
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    gargoyles crouch on blocks and outcroppings,
    powerful thoughts project minds on rocky wings
    their shadows,
    small dots on the weak, red marks of the beast,
    hawks chopping the feet of stocks they hunt and feed
    suns sink into forgotten seas,
    chaotic heathens obsessed with the resting eggs of hunter's need
    never trust too easily,
    the sleeping enemy dreams enviously
    creeping, venomous teeth peering at the streets uneasily
    fear the steel's sting,
    feel the piercing screams as I knit needles and strings
    stitch hard digits and beats,
    force long marches on large percentages startin beef with sparking elites
    even uncharged my speeds are uncharted on this spectrum of speech
    undead,
    never restin Heath Ledgers bound by print,
    frowns and grins exchanged as the people's pleasure,
    shouting crowds dissent the resurrection and their petition releases Barrabus upon Jerusalem...


    "...and is considered by most authorities to be the most dangerous man alive..."

    "he killed many of the temple's priests and was sentenced to death..."
    Last edited by BornPower; 04-20-2009 at 01:39 PM.
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    Default Weep

    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walk among us as people
    locked and penned citizens,
    shocked and bought by hollow gifts, offer submission
    larger degrees are softees caught in a system of greed
    these thoughtless children feed a regime of precision,
    cogs in a machine of robbery, addiction, and long prison sentences
    no matter the offer, don't speak business with pink piglets
    twist leaflets and rivets into peak positions,
    spit double helix bulletins until public streets are overrun with heat tucked on hooded men
    beasts hunt on cloven hooves and timbs,
    biscuits clutched closer erupt in silent mists,
    ranks, files, and print
    break and recreate the eighty fifth mechanisms
    blades swish,
    now the snake's kiss exposes it's hate in venom
    old frustrations motivate victims,
    bored, impatient and indifferent
    this growing pain and distance is directly related to celebrating databases
    displayed by the eighth pitch,
    I relay deitific scripts with the world's weight on my achin wrists

    "You've been living in a dream world..."
    "no! It can't be!"
    "Remember, all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more."

    "Poor Morpheus. Without him we are all lost."
    "I have dreamed a dream and now that dream is gone from me."

    we were rebels once,
    twisted metal punks and restless gunmen
    corrupted by devilish blood,
    sometimes I wonder if the flesh has won
    we feast on heaven's crumbs and never question our lesson's sums,
    even when defeat adds up to our precious slums
    lose my signal's feed and barbeque pig's feet,
    starter pistols,
    darts as epistles for official streets
    cross rivers and digital streams with mental leaps
    I feed on guerilla speeches,
    blue pills seek us as remedies for diseases but their "I"s will never "C" the truth
    if belief itself was proof then may my hellish wings leave me soon,
    the chief spoon in a kitchen of dull instruments
    lulled into a false sense of ignorance,
    don't fall for large percents and their common cents
    my coffin's walls were white-washed and rinsed,
    all is not lost as long as gods exist...
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    ...whew, trues. "I"s will never "C" the truth, I.C. [Immanuel's Christ]. eh, these things come together. I got you though, don't accept deals coming from them...I got what is my own business I'm puddin'/puttin' together, the others is gelatin, trues...
    $%#&!

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    uppin
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...

    -.5Kut

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    Quote Originally Posted by .5KutSkeleton View Post
    weep for lost babylon,
    the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
    bordered by a sea of faults,
    fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
    screaming shots, police and chalk,
    wingless fallen demons walk among us as people
    locked and penned citizens,
    shocked and bought by hollow gifts, offer submission
    larger degrees are softees caught in a system of greed
    these thoughtless children feed a regime of precision,
    cogs in a machine of robbery, addiction, and long prison sentences
    no matter the offer, don't speak business with pink piglets
    twist leaflets and rivets into peak positions,
    spit double helix bulletins until public streets are overrun with heat tucked on hooded men
    beasts hunt on cloven hooves and timbs,
    biscuits clutched closer erupt in silent mists,
    ranks, files, and print
    break and recreate the eighty fifth mechanisms
    blades swish,
    now the snake's kiss exposes it's hate in venom
    old frustrations motivate victims,
    bored, impatient and indifferent
    this growing pain and distance is directly related to celebrating databases
    displayed by the eighth pitch,
    I relay deitific scripts with the world's weight on my achin wrists
    Bloody fucking hell that was intense. Raw shit, keep dropping. I like your style.

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    yo the darts is serious homie respect, we need more heads like u in the midwest, get a usb mic, an official pop filter, then holla at me, we can do some things g, 100

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