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05-27-2011, 12:22 PM
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Fuck The Law.
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Boston
Age: 30
Posts: 1,469
Rep Power: 21    |
Mid Day Mash Up's w/ Bronze Feet - Concrete Utopia
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I’ll gash open my forearm and sail through epiphanies Specifically, through an ordinary but striking occurrence… I’ll spit the breeze on lighting and ride through the current Enticing the sea, but listen…my life’s no deterrent As I’m guided through this empty pot just dying to stir it Aligning my courage, guided through fires a furnace Burns deep within my soul - along with a lion… Who purrs when its roars been solemnly silenced In time I’m a servant, never crying but violently searching Counting away the seconds as my essence retires its purpose… Reside in the hurt when, my island is corrupted by sirens Singing songs of simple spells, succulent seductive to eye lids. But words from a demon can never hold this poet back I’ll plant stems that store water as my utopia overflows in the cracks… Bronze from the hanging gardens, we swear unearthly pardons bumpin sound thru my harman kardons, dont be startin with the monster, diabolic astrologic starry night prophet gazin from the heavens rippin thru with vocal tension ascention, in and out of 4th dimensions, apprehension to keep it progressive with newer forms of aggression receptive, detective paid for protection, armed experts aresol artworks on brick walls, when Jill falls.......... Jack comes tumblin after, but the rock moves faster rock slide shifter, death doctor, doomsday room operator steel iron pit caster, we stay on top, die in laughter
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05-27-2011, 05:02 PM
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black pope
Join Date: Mar 2006
Posts: 896
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doooooope drop, this shit wuz fuckin NICE fellas..feelin it big time, inspired me add some.. lookin forward to more like this from yall
babel tower tongue spoken, gun powder lungs smokin shells spent, like bus tokens seen some heads bust open hell's vents, wuz left open, strewed gaseous smoke pillars crust crackin like broke billiards collapsing on home builders impassionate rogue killer's, black serpent mass sermon pass baskets to cash servants of plastic mask surgeons wrath merchants of rash burden, new jerusalem captives stack ya foods 'n ya matches, the revolution's enacted evolutions abandon by the movements of moons 'n planets to positions where conditions have proven to do sum damage by loosening pull of magnets, in atlas's solar fields cook the soldiers meals, over the heat of smoldering steel |
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06-09-2011, 10:46 AM
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God Of WAr
Join Date: May 2003
Posts: 4,044
Rep Power: 25 |
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I’ll gash open my forearm and sail through epiphanies Specifically, through an ordinary but striking occurrence… I’ll spit the breeze on lighting and ride through the current Enticing the sea, but listen…my life’s no deterrent (PAUSe..GODAMN!!) As I’m guided through this empty pot just dying to stir it Aligning my courage, guided through fires a furnace Burns deep within my soul - along with a lion… Who purrs when its roars been solemnly silenced Bro This is insane!! In time I’m a servant, never crying but violently searching Counting away the seconds as my essence retires its purpose… Reside in the hurt when, my island is corrupted by sirens Singing songs of simple spells, succulent seductive to eye lids. But words from a demon can never hold this poet back I’ll plant stems that store water as my utopia overflows in the cracks… This is a 5 Star Verse Man Inspirational! Bronze from the hanging gardens, we swear unearthly pardons bumpin sound thru my harman kardons, dont be startin with the monster, diabolic astrologic starry night prophet gazin from the heavens rippin thru with vocal tension ascention, in and out of 4th dimensions, apprehension to keep it progressive with newer forms of aggression receptive, detective paid for protection, armed experts I take my cap off to you guys man this is some of the best stuff iv'e read in the temple for a while.
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