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One quick snap I'm 
cognizant, no 
standing in this 
place, in pitch black 
dark I lay can't see 
my hand before my 
face,

my wingspan's non 
existent, cushioned 
wood up by my 
head, the sayers 
nay have fine'lly 
gone and buried me 
for dead.

They should've 
checked my pulse 
before they shut the 
coffin top, attempts 
to leave me like 
they do these 
young'ns off the 
block,

but haters are so 
sloppy otherwise 
they'd know for 
sure, my heart is 
truly still before the 
final coup de jour.

I don't know how 
much time has 
passed since I was 
buried deep, the 
casket lid is weak, I 
feel the dirt and 
moisture seep,

through cracks 
unseen, it's 
blasphemy to think 
that I'd succumb, I'll 
resurrect my being 
cause I'm nume'ro 
dos to none.

I use my knees to 
break apart the lid 
atop my cage, the 
soft'ning soil 
drizzles down onto 
my suit clad frame,

I claw my way 
through earth 
ignoring parts that 
scream with pain, 
my right hand 
breaks the plain to 
feel the rush of 
streaming rain.

The nighttime air is 
filled with all the 
power of my core, 
they left me dead 
and buried so I'll 
give them all what 
for,

and resurrect 
myself to fit the 
image of the gods, 
a total 
metamorphasis in 
spirit, mind and bod.

My words will wrap 
around you 
anaconda, squeeze 
you tight, enough to 
make your ribcage 
splinter til you bleed 
inside,

don't hide behind 
requests for mercy, 
it was meant to be, 
which may 
convincingly convert 
my friends to 
enemies.

Committed sins I 
will atone to climb 
life's hill alone, with 
skills from off the 
dome I turn my foes 
to skinless bones,

a mind as warped 
as mine will kill em 
all and steal the 
throne, decapitate 
the king and have 
his cabbage sealed 
in stone.

I sit now on my 
grave with fractured 
personalities, which 
comes from me 
ascending through 
the world of R.I.P.,

I then begin to 
scream out to the 
thunderstorm I see, 
like Al Pacino on 
the steps, the end, 
GodFather 3,

and though I love to 
joke, wait til they 
get a load of me!
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