The day of the Dark Horse has ended,misconceptions preordained conventions,child born of transparent illusions,opaque confusions, coded disillusions,confounded conclusions,contradicted conflict-ions,choreographed addictions,but your blessed with constricted restrictions only intended to cause abrupt-ed comb-ructions.
A Judas priest in the least martyr in the West King of the East,yet without The Prince of Peace the em-pending doom at Shanghai noon you though it deep but in the end the Dish ran away with the spoon
alliterations can blend but you know you killed it when ink flows from a pen,continually my itinerary of verbal artillery frees me like the herbal relief of the leaf
at dawn with pipe I take a yawn at life,tired of dreams bewildered at screams why give a fuck if you dont know what it means
My banks run over flooded with emotion familiar in detail yet clueless to the notion,my ships at sail without an ocean,beached like a whale depressed i creep like a snail,lots of stories but a fish with no tail....Damn I'm going blind and i cant read Braille,no enemies cause there are no friends,no friends cause i don't want to Fri -in the- end,instilled with distilled fear and wisdom is how we begin,lost in diluted confusions is how most of us end..we hunger for freedom and long a savior though we act like animals we don't judge our behavior,survivors of the night we strive until the light....Celestial Being..80s