Analytical
Is the pen of my mind
Listening to beats to fine the time
To write the mysteries of my mind
Divine
Is the fruit of these rhymes
The manipulation of verbs
I play with both like *******
So sit back and observe
The curses that lay inside these words
Cause a human was never born
So can never produce anything of divine quality
Poems
Are to expose the demons inside of me
God one of your children is asking for a divine lobotomy
Poetry was the key to the cage
Like the magic harp that made ceberus sleep for days