I'm nothing more than a delusionist, making you see things that don't exist.
In this imperialist nation, i'm something more than an extortionist, making my money off these
stolen and sold-souls, taken from anyone who resists, 2 birds with one stone - i collect these broken bones
and use them as collateral against these religious drones.
I am a little less than an illusionist -
my hand's being faster than some people's witts.
The cards i clutch within my mitts.
Dealing out the hands i think should exist.
Counting these cards with little trouble, i'll put out some cash and make it double

What kind of friend,
leaves the other for dead?
You have put me at my witts end.
I trusted you,
I loved you,
And this,
This is my repay?
You and your ******* lies,
Sent me straight to my very demise,
Sh, this our little secret,
Dont tell my mom,
Dont tell my dad,
But this, this is your fault,
And now because you got in my head,
My parents have to burry me,
You led me to my witts end,
Because of you,
I am **dead

Imma killa artist
I’ll ****’em all wit witts
Mixed wit Lyrics
and twist
Taylored swift
for these nimb witz
I spit stupit dump quick slick ****
You say tan nick, I say tan nic
I sat on it, like Saint Tan Nick
I ain’t a saint, or a snake serpent
You look more like tan nick
Or a fat and ugly Saint Pat trick
you silly rabbit
dixx are for chic
So stop being a ****
My gang green; I'm that sick
You flow like an alien from a different planet
So I capted and planned it
Then left you a-band-did
Hanging all strained
With Caps-locked in
I couldn't have plan it
The way fate planned it
Headed for the top
Like an alien from another planet
You drinkin ale-he-on a comet
Cause you over commit like a hobbit
you haling ions from aliens
with Plannets and Planatons
moving million tons of megabombs
with captian planet and megatron...
you rap like an marvelComic from ComicCon
I can tell from your pic in your biopic
My genome, will change your top pick like Vietnam
I remember V at nam telling me to stay calm
While war waged on
Breakin you down at the crack of dawn
microscopic with Cycloptic biopic
optics with larger profits that pitch forks
At prophets
You still seeing what bra fits
Checking out Al's fits
Stop all that lying
Drop all your bad habytes
I play spades with mavericks
shaving points off the average
Anyone  reading this
Like ****
It's like I'm watching this
Other artist
Get his *** kicked
I stick and move like a hat trick
I’m a savage eatin my many enemies with cabbage.
You'r too weak its on the surface,
I picked you on purpose
Your last verse you forced it
It was the worse-it
Sounded rehearsed-it
Seemed so plastic
Killing you dead serpents
These short tails aint worth it
We charm pets and **** pests a side
And lets the vets decide
where the dead reside
all bets aside
You dark knights never bright
Your end in plain sight
Dead on arrival
Then streaming it on Spike
On late night, drinking sprite on Skype
This ain't even a fight
This aint right
Beating you over the head phones
Until I pick up a dead tone
All because you spit on my mic
You just a flinstone
Your chic an easy bone
Chewing through stone
Thirsty for the throne
you in the way
so you got over thrown
How's that for throne
I’m headstrong in a zone
my own-zone, changing the O-zone
Raising the bar until its all gone
my Pen dragging, the new rome
my golden showers leaving you two-toned
I got the mightiest touch
you too much injury prone
with ***** moans that should be home Moe
No **** but your *** moans
When my black snake moan
Her hormones make her moan
Some I'm home Moe
Dealing with her hormones.
Bi- the way she found photos
Passcode your mobile phone, you
In a Tie-bow, with a Bi-Guy, all tied
getting Dee-*****,
Waving hi, with a smile,
duck-tapped looking into the phone
A selfy, but you weren’t alone,
dude was hung Like a home depot, you hanging off his pole
You looked in love, text read, "waiting for the sequel"
you aren’t a rapper, you stay acting like you are evil,
Deep inside you hide your pride
Working discreet on the side,
wanting no trouble, cause we are all equal and you
stunt double for the village people.

do my expectations not phase a single person?
extremely carefully
I pick the proper picture
edit it with some pixie dust
and it's off
it is now the portrayers duty
to determine their thoughts upon my looks
heaven nows what they think
not a like in the first 5
yet the agony of knowing someones online
1 notification
let's see who it may be
just my uncle
have he no shame?
waiting impatiently
I've went to my witts
created a whole nother account
just to like the masterpiece
call me crazy
that would be an accurate depiction
but I'm sure you'd agree
being loved
is better than anything
so..
if you don't mind me asking..
would you like my profile picture?

Tangled up in thoughts,
These words circling my head.
blades lay out beside me
Ready for the first cut.

Tangled pieces of my heart
Unable to make amends.
I'm lost for words
And so it seems
I'm out of my witts end.
I'm struggling to face it
I'm struggling to live.
I think I have enough strength
To take this life I live.
I've had enough if misery
The lies the heart ache too
But deep inside I know the truth.
I'm nothing without you.
But people say they understand
Could this really be.
I take this blade, I take this knife
And then I count to 3.
The more blood that is flowing
The easier it seems
To hide away all of my pain
So it will never be seen.
I'm finally going to do it.
I have the courage now.
I'm going to end this life I leave
No one can stop me now.

Hi I’m a forever puppy looking for my forever home
I dream of a special place to share
Full of love and great times with people who care
I’m smarter than your average dog
And a battle witts is definitely on
Laughing as we learn how to live with eachothers rules
And make sense of all your cues
I promise, my love will never roam  
I’ll always welcome you with excitement when you’re home
When I hear your cries,
I’ll lovingly lick the tears from your eyes
We’ll need long walks to talk things over with you
And do some great exploring too!
We’ll take eachother to places we’ve never been!
Together we’ll be something to be seen
Don’t worry I’ll keep you safe!
Teach me anything  I am really keen
I’ll be patient and never mean
I have some doctor and dietary requirements too
But there is nothing I won’t do for you
Just please don’t leave me home alone all the time
and just throw me a bone
I’m a very loyal character and I’ll forever be there for you
Can you promise me the same for you?
My love will never be lazy
Are you really be my special forever person and could you really be my forever home?

. how would anyone decipt immediate physical movement, to a worded extract? there was never "the sign"... from chest to forehead... there was only one hand involved... "the sign" only came last... when the left had is to be employed in signifying the gesture for, amen.

               first you kiss
your index and your *******
inner sanctum
(the print),
then you move them
to the centre of your chest,
your heart,
and then you make
"the sign" of moving the same
fingers to your forehead....
and then...
"cross-your fingers"
amen...
  of the Shakespearean
quote of palm touching
like monks kissing....
this is me...
listening to "too many"
templar chants
of monks,
lodged into an essex
suburbia...
  thinking...
the world is not ready
for me,
even with my death being
finite,
it will not be ready...
     revision
of the sign of the cross,
again!
to kiss the inner print
of the index and middle
finger
enticed to make twine...
to touch the heart,
then the forehead...
and sculpt an amen...
for all the beginning...
orthodox:
head, centre,
right to left,
centre
or the catholic:
head, centre,
left to right,
centre....
     i give you...
a gesticulation before
the geometry
of the crucifix...
with the crucifix...
being...
    "revised"...
having lost two limbs...
copernican:
left?
   in copernican terms...
what's left? or what's right?
for irish catholics this will
be a problem...
    i spent 5 ******* hours
staying up late...
listening to the birds waking,
the foxes scuttling into hiding...
and 7am English Sunday
taking place...
****'s sake...
           like summer spent
in a ******* camper van...
                retardo-y-ar-tado...
liberty "conundrum"
requiring footage from
the: drunks of Leicester from
a Saturday get-together...
******* dim-witts more dim
than any wit i could
                 ever hope to possess...
the tragedy of the emblem
of Christianity being...
resembled as:
China's one child policy...
or me... being born
1986... circa the Chernobyll
incident...
   child, solo...
         i can usually spot
a solipsistic argument...
   sure... i do persist in craving
having a brother...
   but a right akin
to an autistic child having
the right of an argument, per se?
       i wished for a brother...
being deemed right
makes me uncomfortable...
        if you want to
counter the given symbolism,
with a new symbolism...
    Christianity...
   and it's universal taming
of: two people only
congregated
to consecrate a futhering
of only one child...
exclusive circumstances...
                       Chinese even...
           of people...
born into a fortitude of
experiencing
siblings...
                what can i tell you?
single child...
i took to deeming
my shadow my brother...
and the hands that
made puppets from g. i. joe
figurines my extensions
of accomplishing
a stance on...
the current, misunderstood,
language of entertaining
sisters...

            fragile...
                      fragile...
                         at what, point?
i can understand lingua proxy...
            a lingua ad hoc...
                  pretty much all
of language, is just that...
but...
the ulterior language
   of ad hominem,
                        of a per se...
       to...
             a shared lineage
within the proximity of either
                brother- or sister-hood?

to father a child is quiet
limited for me
to begin with...
since...
           to have had no sister,
or brother...
       being a son,
that is to become a husband,
or a father...
             to seek
an existential "completion"
with said expressions...
            without a brother,
or a sister?
i'd begin a genesis
from the standpoint
of inadequacy...
       and...
           i much prefer to forgive myself
from averting to breed...
than to breed forth...
some...
          existential monstrosity.

Hey,
so your mom called
She asked how you were doing

I said I wouldn't know for sure
I think you're doing oka(s)y
If you don't, you will in time
Sometimes it's hard to see what is going on in your mind,
you learned to hide it so well.
Underneath a face , a quick look, a smile
they becomer more real every time.

She seemed worried, tried to hide it, keep it in.
Something you learned from her maybe?
But you could just tell from her voice.
It shook for a second.
Breaking the everyday demeanour.

Then she asked me if her daughter still knows that she's beautiful. If I'd remind her for her.
You haven't visited in a while

I said mam, respectfully
the sun tries every day to shine a little brighter
to witness your daughter's life and warm her in her journey.
The moon puffs up it's chest, and pulls in the ocean over and over again
So your daughter can rest easier at night
And the stars soley come out to listen to her stoies and lift her worries in the dark

She impresses me more and more each day you see.
Your daughter is beautiful whether she wants to or not.
Through her looks, through her acts, her struggles
Her witts, her charm, her little faults her ... her, yes her everthing.
Her silly laugh, I'd recognize everywhere
She is one of the few true things I was ever lucky enough to experience.

Honestly she drives me crazy sometimes.
I admit sometimes, I have to slow down, fall behind and
Take a moment to breathe, to process.
Thinking I can't handle it, thinking I'm to weak, thinking I'm
not good enough.
I'm so scared of the possibility losing her someday.
Losing her trust, her heart, her interest.
I'm so scared of losing my ****. Apologies.
But it's true.

Looking at her, having her in my arms, waking up to her
I now understand
Life can get really scary once you decided to care and commit
As a boy I always pretended not to be scared, to be brave.
Now I feel like a boy again. But I must be a man.
For her.

I can't promise you her happiness,
I can't know if it will last
But I can promise as long as I'm here,
and the world is here,
she will never go alone.

I feel a great disturbance
Trudging up this landslide disrupted road
An uncertain urgency
Little quips uttered by missguided half witts
Im loosing my penchant for diplomacy
My pupils so undialated my eyes
Are black
the nerves are like hairs on my back
Im backed into a corner like a feril cat
I have sojourned with peril
Encompassed about by the enemy