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Paranormal Sine-Waves
~(I am feeling nostalgic)~
Are you going to simply sit there
waiting for me to burn?
If so, it's time for you
to cross the threshold and learn.
Since you're already trying to **** with me
from your self-righteous ivory tower
of ill-conceived, delusional power,
then come on down, touch base,
touch the ground -
enter the Dojo,
let's bow down low,
begin the first round.
Oh, you claim to be so mystical,
attempting to pick my vision's pocket.
I will use your own momentum against you,
plug you into my spiritual socket --
electric shock-shock-shock-shock-therapy!
Now it's your turn to sizzle-frizzle-fry,
in the pupil of Raven's all-seeing eye.
Yeah, I am read, I am Red,
deflecting the brainwaves emitting from your head.
Your thoughts are clay pigeons; I'm shooting skeet,
watching your shattered mind fall around my feet.
You preach peace, but secretly wage war,
preach humility while trying to knock down my door.
You preach your sermons with all bark, stale sound,
building more temples on consecrated ground.
Walking on water, Black Jesus is laughing at you,
as you walk through nasty neck-high sh!t,
having another epileptic, poetic fit.
Your violence is my violence,
even if it's silent indifference.
Your ego is my ego,
a weakness leading towards depravity
like a festering cavity,
rotting away our moral sanctity.
So, I am attempting to finish this
and grow up more fancy-free,
extricate myself out of the wreckage
that is your dead poetry.
There are too many 'poets' and not enough true lovers,
there are too many 'poets' and too many tin-soldiers.
With these paranormal sine-waves
blasting from our craniums
like an echo-effect reverb pedal,
it's about time to bury the obsolete medal.
You preach peace, but secretly wage war,
preach humility, while trying to knock down my door.
You preach your sermons with all bark, stale sound,
building more temples on consecrated ground.
Since your honour is empty-false,
tripping, slipping, dragging your sh!t-covered toes,
there's no way you're going to evade the knock-out blow,
there's no way you're going to evade the knock-out blow.
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