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Claws of Death Ft. Quid
- claws of death ft. Quid
- Jaycom
- these claws are scraping
- forever bending gnawing and tasting
- reckoning my thoughts and
- making me caution less in venturing forth
- encasing, 4 blades
- sheathed at the ready for facing
- and entering places
- full of people
- same game similar names
- through our history no changes
- just one aim
- to lay lay claim
- to a soul every other day
- approaching you
- it's who he chooses not the name
- it has no meaning it all belongs in his lane
- no questions
- when the electricity ripped
- through me and left me breathless
- it's insane
- how quickly the memories, fade away
- how my mind simply flicked through 50
- shades of grey
- nothing to implicate
- only that I almost turned to dust and got blown away
- 30 seconds too late
- my heart would've gave way
- pulse stopped dead no blood in my arterays (arteries)
- but everything around me was so still I couldn't breath
- someone pls run an save me from this heat
- at the third degree
- now I'm envisioning
- in the near distance these claws of death
- welcoming me
- hook
- these claws of death
- come in different shapes and visual intent
- these ornaments
- not meant to cause imminent death but still a threat
- caution less in venturing forth and halting that threat
- is changing the course and He will withdraw those claws of death
- Quid
- so if the flesh is a trap, and death in fact sets us free
- ever wonder what it meant to be
- alive in the first place? i've been in worse case
- scenarios: the burial of all i've ever cared for
- and hold dear to me, appears to be
- somewhat of a dumb luck run; unclear, but see
- if and when we find the time to adhere to these
- unwritten rules, who will hear what we
- truly have to say on the matter at hand?
- and who would advocate such a radical plan?
- if not a gambling man set on placing bets
- i can't imagine the contamination spanning the land
- though, it shows in the sick and the poverty stricken
- population control is but a lottery ticket
- and a lot of the hypocrisy we ponder's been written
- as it was in the beginning, we still follow religiously
- it seems odd that we're not so free; indeed
- still the will to build up a reprieve is seen
- or perceived to be
- a synonym of sin and an indecency
- altogether, it's a never ending cycle; a price
- nobody can afford, if they're trying to ignore it
- as it stands, to this day, most attempt to run
- from inevitable outcomes —the end's begun
- starting on the day in which we started on this earth
- the fatal grip of fate, and it's been targeting since birth
- every living organism on this plain of existence
- no way to escape it; there ain't a resistance
- face and embrace it, each day brings a different
- way to get caught and encased in its grip, with
- limited resources, we race toward extinction
- as death draws near, claws waiting to sink in
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