The deadly sinner, committer of Pride,
Sinister commissioner with a mission to hide,
But only hidden behind eyes shut wide.
I’m described as a scribe that tells the most beautiful lies,
Inscribed on my spine are scriptures,
And wings ready for flight,
But only when the time’s right,
Till then my pen spills sins, as I write,
Irate as I rant about the things I can’t.
I am the Tyrant, self-made king of violence,
****** he wrote, But innocently he spoke.
I devise wise plans with a smart mouth,
And my poetic device could take a life!
Smiling faces tell tall-tales, so a frown makes well,
Stories told so cold, it could make a brown face pale.
Base it off true stories, then mislead them with rhythm,
I break through hymns, and change live with ‘em.
Talking with a slick tongue known to ****** virgins’
Do not disturb him…
Illusionist using his wits to twist intent,
The effect so intense,
The crowd laughing at my drama,
And crying at my comics.
Over your head like inside jokes,
Solo, but so high, I’m thinking outside your box,
And undermining.
Minding my own business,
With money and top of it.
Pondering my lines is suicide,
Repentless sins, “in a sense”,
Even if you avoid ****** wrists,
You’re still “guilty” of pleasure.
Mind Imprisonment isn’t a kind enough gesture,
So fans, family and friends, read my lethal injections.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
The deadly sinner, committer of Pride,
Sinister commissioner with a mission to hide,
But only hidden behind eyes shut wide.
I’m described as a scribe that tells the most beautiful lies,
Inscribed on my spine are scriptures,
And wings ready for flight,
But only when the time’s right,
Till then my pen spills sins, as I write,
Irate as I rant about the things I can’t.
I am the Tyrant, self-made king of violence,
****** he wrote, But innocently he spoke.
I devise wise plans with a smart mouth,
And my poetic device could take a life!
Smiling faces tell tall-tales, so a frown makes well,
Stories told so cold, it could make a brown face pale.
Base it off true stories, then mislead them with rhythm,
I break through hymns, and change live with ‘em.
Talking with a slick tongue known to ****** virgins’
Do not disturb him…
Illusionist using his wits to twist intent,
The effect so intense,
The crowd laughing at my drama,
And crying at my comics.
Over your head like inside jokes,
Solo, but so high, I’m thinking outside your box,
And undermining.
Minding my own business,
With money and top of it.
Pondering my lines is suicide,
Repentless sins, “in a sense”,
Even if you avoid ****** wrists,
You’re still “guilty” of pleasure.
Mind Imprisonment isn’t a kind enough gesture,
So fans, family and friends, read my lethal injections.
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