Flames Of Change

This is probably just the way I am or the prophecy the way I slam these beats around my hands & feet.

Like planets they dancer around me.

I'm the sun.

I'm emitting to everyone, transmitting the insight but you interpret it to a thin light.

I'm spitting hot-fire but you see a lyrical clock-spire.

So when I'm writing, you read it top to bottom, though I'm hiding the top's the bottom.

I forgot when these terms were an offering for the keys to Suffering and pleads to un-do deeds for recovering were bothering.

Now, I'm outer the flames, hovering, bouting the strange.

Conjuring up claims of conquering the phage.

I'm never going to change again unless the wind brings flames of change again.