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780 · Mar 2016
L7-357
MC Antone Mar 2016
Fear of it all,
Not knowing when to fall,
Working so hard for far too long,
To have it all go wrong,

Fear of alpha,
We Made scenes,
My ******* is biblical,  

I was flung from the clouds,
For clapping louder than thunder,
He casted us out,
For tugging at his crown,
Because we challenged a throne,
That failed to fold,

Here and now,
Hand selected or arrested whatever’s suggested,
As long as there’s a mic,
I’ll take the stand,
And play witness,

Groping the book oh so popular with hotel nightstands,
And before your bailiff,
I’ll promise my honesty,
Give you false hope, in my sense of loyalty,

Fearing you all
You believe I love to fib,
That’s what you teach your kids,
So do you see the guilt gushing beneath my skin?

Witness to havoc,
The day we set Heaven ablaze,
In the name of Adam,
I promise your honor,
We fought for the liberation of Eve,

But that isn’t what Father preached,

Hand in the prosecutors,
With another on the switch, guess who the defendant is,
Decadence is looking for a conviction,  

The anti-Christ’s came before the Vatican,
He’s of your genetics,

It’s inconsiderate,
You even preached providence,
It’s inconvenient,
To find out your scriptures of full of ****,

Fear of it all,
I was on the sidelines,
And Casted out,

Knowing too much for sainthood,
I tinkered with the watchmaker’s minutes, and was flung from the clouds,

Envious of humans,
But opposed to walls in Eden,
I’ll caress scripture with my finger tips,
I’ll recited your rites of pagans,
And pander to a judge, jury, and all the slaughtered lambs,

He tossed us out,
For tugging at his crown, and falling out of line,

Just a sheep counted before sleep,
But we woke up,  
When we assaulted the Angelic Order,
For fear of it all,

From incubation to graduations,
You’ve been suffocated,
Socially lacerated,
Incapacitated,
By a genre of gimmicks
Governmental deliverance,
Poisoned pulpits of pretenses,
Symbiotically capable of lethally extorting martyrdoms
I watched him rip that rib
  
Fear of you all pulling the plug on me,

I’ve worked so hard for far too long,
To let you lower my corpse,
Beneath entitled toes,

Never finding unity,
Only your sensual weakness for a delusional *******,
Detrimental martyrdoms,
I challenged a throne that refused to fold,

Fear of Alpha,
He casted me out,
To where the brimstone never burns out,  

Foaming at the brainstem,
Unhinged with a taste for their *******,
Fear of you all,
Those that surrendered to bliss,

Now you get my fear of it all,
The day I set heaven ablaze was my ultimately reckoning,
Ignorant because being different required intelligence,
Only now do I see,
Only fools challenge divinity,

A keg stand takes three dipshits,
I challenged Alpha.
Of Beelzebub’s breed,
Falling out of line,
Feeling Gabriel’s heel,
Teacher’s pet had me by the throat.
539 · Feb 2016
Loose Screws
MC Antone Feb 2016
Curbside with a loose *****,    
Can't spot any itch, I brought my list,
Bloodshot eyes belong to the illicit,
And this ****** knows his ****!

Inject, snort or light,
Whatever takes to make the climb,
More of myth than vagrant,
I had an appetite but was far from fried,  

Of plight and the antichrist
Judith's accomplice,
I’ve bartered martyrs for fixes,

Never a thief, money always came to me,
Never dropped to my knees to please,
That doesn’t mean I am decent being,

A ****** on the rise,
In infancy I opened my eyes,  
In my youth I chose to ride in fictitious skies,
****** not fried,
A mind abused when a thirst thrived,

Curbside with the socially derived,
Deviants dwelling under lamplights,
  
The bloodshot eyes of paranoia’s plight,  
To escape I'd die, but miss the high,
Beelzebub's waiting for me to arrive,  
My toxic mentally,
Has this bloodshot belligerent,
Absent of Providence,
Lusting at the fingertips,
Indulging beneath hips,

Not fried but ****** prime,
Extorting my existence,
Curbside strolls,
To tighten a ***** I loosened.
510 · Feb 2016
Bite
MC Antone Feb 2016
Bite, scratch, and thrash your prey,
You hung the bait,
Now enjoy the feast,

Wicked beast,
Shown teeth,
Why should I expect,
A shadow of empathy,

Always brutal,
Humans in heat,

Absent of dignity,
A sliver of Humility,

Never to be blamed,
For blood dipped blades,

Of bone,
Flesh and deceit,

Who wants to play?

Bite, tear, and massacre.
Without delay,

You wouldn’t allow it breathe,

Now get in my way,
Lay in my wake!

Bite, scar, and destroy,
The weakest of two,
Feed on what you wouldn't let breathe,

Hell sent,
Drown in gluttony
You disgust us,

Insignificant identities,
Atrocious excuses for beings,
Morn those flushed from our home,

Always brutal,
Fists clutched to break brows,
Don't blame me for your bullet shells,  Spattered blood of lineage,

[Bite]
- M.C. Antone
11/28/15

You're the bone,
Fury and willful,
Now let my flood into those lungs,
The quicker the better,
I will rid this garden of you,

Bite, scar, and thrash away,
You victimized your bait,
Why stop you now?
Show those teeth,
Before you're laid to waste,

Malfunctions of my nurturing,
Organisms oriented in decadence,
Soured treats of my hospitality,

Hoarders of hostilities,
Eradicate enemies,
Relive my Kingdom of this man-made crime,

Bite, tear, and skin your vulnerable,
You've come this far,
And you love that body count,
Toe-tag party favors when they fall,
I'll relish in the irony for now,

Always indulging,
Polluting my serenity,
Subjects of my rein,
You will hang for these blood stains,

You're the bone,
flesh and slaves,
Of a climate I change,
Your greed has cause me to let only those Darwin would deem,
The fittest of humanity.
Survive when I warm,

Bite, scratch, and thrash your prey,
You'll soon be one of the decayed,
I hung the bait,
Now I'll enjoy this feast,
You took for granite,
Your planet.
371 · Feb 2016
Other Side
MC Antone Feb 2016
Eulogy of my immaturity,
I am shedding my insecurities,
Before the one that created me,

Won’t let lambs bleed to appease,
Satan wasn’t born sadistic,
He was driven to a destiny,

Daffodils drape under a soured sky,
Created in his limelight, this sight shouldn’t come as a surprise,

So set the sea levels to rise,
Let the mind despise,
Everything you said was right,

Wake for a deviant that needed to die,
Inside and out we are the same,
Till you or I cross over to the other side,

Our symbiotic souls are vilified by this physical pantheon.


[Other Side]
By: MC Antone
2/15/16

— The End —