Fates

Plucking steel heartstrings to metronome heartbeats,

Steady rhythm, shaking heart,my bypass incomplete,

Replete faith in conscience, heartbreak incontinence,

Two-Face Janus, resolution kept anonymous,

 

Typholtic Fates, blink a drachma for the ferryman,

Fools caught hooked murmuring Candyman, Candyman,

But you said the waters sweet, crystal clear, bottomless,

well its little bitter when its jammed down your esophagus.

 

We slip beneath,(SHH), the acid rests placid,

Disintegration integrated mass grave of the masses

Heed the burns (PAUSE) lesions leave lucidity

Embrace cracked slates, clean ones preach iteracy

 

Cause now I'm presently present in current of redundancy

Locked livid in a loop of alliteration abundancy

Spilling slick syllable strangulation, sleep slovenly

Antithesis Antihero, i'm ambiguous reluctantly

 

I can't follow this plot!

I need some character development,

Cause life's not a paragraph, and death is more than acknowledgement,

The prophets are muted as the blind cast judgement,

Yet we greet the hell fires they light with aloe and astonishment ,

 

Kinda hard to rebuild something when its burnt to cinders,

You're too busy swiping it left on Tinder at all cylinders,

Too see this is no lawn chair affair,

but hey you're an ember not Smokey the bear,

 

Speak Up! Project, and reject objections,

No one writes your dialogue, or scripts your inflection,

Trading a fat lip for a sharp tongue, stings no doubt,

But id take a fist to the jaw, over a foot in my mouth,

 

Speak Up! Project, and reject objections,

No one writes your dialogue, or scripts your inflection,

Trading a fat lip for a sharp tongue, stings no doubt,

But id take a fist to the jaw, over a foot in my mouth,

 

Forgive my language and pardon my syntax,

and if my neurons cause your synapse to whiplash;

but i believe the Bard once said something of utmost importance,

and take heed there shall be no encore performance,

 

If't be true thou art afeared to fathom such lyrical labyrinths;

Haply I intend to bequeath thou base wit with rhetorical absence,

But lo tis not my swagger to shed such agile acumen,

So incline thine self with a recess and an aspirin,

 

Be who and be with whom that art victim of thine choosing,

But keep in thoughts the repercussions of infusing,

thine nature with the nurture of beasts and squatters,

the fool who leads fools gets the coin at the slaughter,