hungry
belly growling
go    c a n n i b a l i s t i c
on   victims     of   my   appetite
people flee me with their tidy routine
t r a u m a t i c a l l y    busted up
meat flowers    devoured
my glutton grows
hungry

A tremble begins to settle on seething skin
She is a maker of parasitical kin
It does not consume like a dancing fire
But it amplifies with a vision of curdling desire
Just like a mother, it grows like a molding seed
A miracle of the asexual spirit in a world of greed
Abrupt in nature, beloved by its own flesh and blood
It left an intangible mark inscribed on her soul in disguise of a hunch
A precautionary tale serves a special prevention of the ugly occurrence
What a marvelous delight it becomes when it reverts as a guide, full of opulence
But not in a sense of monetary value, rather a calculated demise

How does one understand a raw creation of wrath?
What will she become after venturing the thorny path?
Does an inquiry halts her progress in activating fury?
Is there an object of her ire that requires a narrative of her mutiny?
Why does the poison never spread like death in a rush?
Can she possibly raise an army to march with an uncontrollable urge of violence?
When will she endure the thinning of her lips to match the peace of a deafening silence?
Is there a warning to keep herself intact for the coming apocalyptic days?
Will it save the dormant history of her being through enactment of saving face?
The question remains unanswered, but the fulfillment of the instrumental vengeance shall prevail

The inappropriate conception is almost complete to its term
A note emerges from an acidic confinement for the preparation of a womanly stern
This clump of a girl is not a shameful creation for the sake of tragedy
If anything, the child's fulfilling rage will cleanse her ancestors as a token of remedy
There is no reminder of a continuing paternity names on her birth
No need for prophetic visions as she strikes down the Earth
An abundant offerings on her behalf shall never satisfy her
As the melting iron starts to sizzle the plumper skin, the blinding nostalgia of rage tastes better
She has no patience for warnings to initiate an appropriate plan
The hour of her sustainable war has begun

I used to wanna chase the cash,
And lust, after the girls with the fat ***,
Let me back up this spaz,
Tuned into the jazz,
Old school like Sach,
Watch the horn blow, mics up and im set to go,
Hits harder than holyfield, no way you could shield,
This lyrical, medical bill,
I spit it for the real,
No fantasy thrills, im sending chills,
Thats could even,
Make ice feel, the wicked ills,
Got strangled by the angels,
Last i seen,
It be the god supreme,
Got rid of the devils,
Up my levels,
Its just me myself, against eye,
So why even lie, or try,


Took the nails from Christ,
Now I'm living my worse life,
Guess im better off dead,
Different knocks of the feds,
Red dots on my head,
But cant get a word i said,
Concealed the conferation,
I do it, for the peeps in my nation,
don't ask me,
How i escaped the sticky situation,
No deals from me, i boxem like Rocky,
Balbo see my stamina galore,
Plus i got mobsters,
On my hit list,
Heavy mantra, so all haters feel this,
I used to **** Crist,
But now im a believer,
My sins aint registering this,
I guess just a player in this,
Game
Its a shame, truth i picked over fame,
But infamous if i gain,
Followers of the conscious bump the nonsense,
Yo i can feel it, the streets is intense


I turn into Rob Greene,
Learn the powers in between,
The lession beings,
Watch women, who love given,
Like Robyns,
See them robbin,
Men hearts blind, see it was all by design,
Curses of the feline,
Ribs damaged,
Cant manage, the creation,
Sins is just waiting,
While righteousness is just pacing,
Up and down the streets,
Lonely,
Singing Hendrix notes,
Red prints are wrote,
In the concrete, its another ****** sweet,
Wars a conundrum for peace,
Death has to release,
Just a fiend to the beast,
As prayers decease,
And hunger for evil, increase,
They wear crosses,
While laying crosses, king of kings, boss of bosses,
You cant win against nature,
Wisdom sittin' luxury,
But most of the average,
Cant see what i see,