You don't really want me
Or know what I am
I'm more of a monster
Than I am a man
To learn what I've done
In the past, a nightmare
To see through my eyes
Is a sun-spotted glare
It would just leave you blind
With your tail in between
And your past in rewind
Up a flash-broken stream
Yet as it fast-forwards
It all passes by
You will feel like a God
All alone in the sky
Where your setting resembles
The beauty in pain
Born merely to die
While bound to this brain
As a feeling machine
With a lithium heart
Energized by emotional
Chemical art
As it flows from the brush,
Or the pen, or the sword
Machiavellian muses
Of severed accord
Couldn't stop the all-mighty
The father of time
The eternal high king
The most masterful mind
Who hears your exalts
As the crack of a whip
Because demons of freedom
Are my power trip
And I worship my maker
My change and my spark
With a riddle bit light
And a hint of the dark
You may follow the leader
Or challenge the tyrant
Regardless, the sheep
All submit to the lion
But I only hunger
For words to fulfill
My famished empire
Without the blood spill
Still I hold no claim
To this gilded cage feast
I wish only to tame
This industrial beast
End the ownership over
This name-branded earth
And slash the price tags
From the truth in the dirt
When I rise from the void
The undeadliest ghost
The half-life of the party
The first Sunday post
I am rare breeds of rebel
The blue-shaded red
I'm the hammer and sickle
The grim reaper's dread
My coup will be swift
Like a thief in the night
My reign will endure
Through the ages I write
My purge will emerge
In the surging of storms
My war will lay waste
To these spineless conforms
And from ashes of norms
And the freeing of slaves
I will build pyramids
Atop amber grain waves
I will cleanse atmos-fears
With metropolis trees
Deforested cities
Will fall to their knees
But I will uplift them
To share in my vision
As I keep the peace treaty
Sealed in this prism
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:17 AM UTC
You don't really want me
Or know what I am
I'm more of a monster
Than I am a man
To learn what I've done
In the past, a nightmare
To see through my eyes
Is a sun-spotted glare
It would just leave you blind
With your tail in between
And your past in rewind
Up a flash-broken stream
Yet as it fast-forwards
It all passes by
You will feel like a God
All alone in the sky
Where your setting resembles
The beauty in pain
Born merely to die
While bound to this brain
As a feeling machine
With a lithium heart
Energized by emotional
Chemical art
As it flows from the brush,
Or the pen, or the sword
Machiavellian muses
Of severed accord
Couldn't stop the all-mighty
The father of time
The eternal high king
The most masterful mind
Who hears your exalts
As the crack of a whip
Because demons of freedom
Are my power trip
And I worship my maker
My change and my spark
With a riddle bit light
And a hint of the dark
You may follow the leader
Or challenge the tyrant
Regardless, the sheep
All submit to the lion
But I only hunger
For words to fulfill
My famished empire
Without the blood spill
Still I hold no claim
To this gilded cage feast
I wish only to tame
This industrial beast
End the ownership over
This name-branded earth
And slash the price tags
From the truth in the dirt
When I rise from the void
The undeadliest ghost
The half-life of the party
The first Sunday post
I am rare breeds of rebel
The blue-shaded red
I'm the hammer and sickle
The grim reaper's dread
My coup will be swift
Like a thief in the night
My reign will endure
Through the ages I write
My purge will emerge
In the surging of storms
My war will lay waste
To these spineless conforms
And from ashes of norms
And the freeing of slaves
I will build pyramids
Atop amber grain waves
I will cleanse atmos-fears
With metropolis trees
Deforested cities
Will fall to their knees
But I will uplift them
To share in my vision
As I keep the peace treaty
Sealed in this prism
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