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