Going to blow your home within/
to know you''ll own your soul again/
sins I can't begin to understand/
sickening friendships I will never end/
A devil at hand though angels apprehend/
With a trap on my lap to blow shenanigans/
A challenging path I have been traveling/
Balancing between a has been and a champion/
Shit is know to me, I've heard of the daily slur/
But, poetry is learned as interpretive murder/
The urge to kill is a burden I have to nurture/
The curse of always having to take it further/
One glance back to grasp for reason inside of my cap/
to exceed the need for treason that decided my gaps/
As a matter of fact, I collapse when I think back/
unwrap the past, these mistakes will never be my last or Perhaps/
get the best of it, pass the test excessive/
and end up wrecking your prejudice/
Let me just, snooze, crave safety/
but who's through with that, fuck looking back/
make ways cause I break faces to gaze through the cracks/
With success and finesse, its hard to digest/
I am blessed more or less, like an ancient artifact/
better watch your step and check your facts/
an architect when I build a track, I confess, run the laps/
and address the complex aftermath of a cardiac arrest/
at last your heart beats to the max, hit the deck/
spread your legs , there's no time to self reflect/
with a gun aimed at your neck, checkmate, would you take it back/
this is the pinball to your sack, time to face the facts/
Its sad people don't know how to act/
a way to react is to sign the devil's pact/
The effects are in depth/
You're wearing a mask, are in debt/
by the cigarette and the hip flask/
The code can be cracked, no math/
just have faith in your own path/
Divine course/
Don't get devoured by power just to mount your high horse/
when you settle in your saddle before the battle begins/
just to meddle with his metal for the medals you'll win/
war-hammers and spins,
your blade shivers as you deliver the savaging swing/
next level; you'll unravel as the devil within/
After committing, the original sin/
I am Rebelling, against the running of things/
i am going in, a grenade without a safety pin/
The point of no return has arrived/
your concern of disappointment gets deprived/
its on you to decide, no more poison for the mind/
Which chosen turns out to be the most wise?
Following your dreams but destroying peoples lives/
or chasing after others and making yourself blind/
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AThom
Member since January 2 2015