Ice Cycle
Who could prepare for madness
As i embrace the moment it's like magic
Hocus-pocus the devil wants to snag me
In the traps he sets for the chosen imagine
An athlete in hell cant you see the flash man
Glass gets shattered it's like my heart shackled
As the nitrogenous ignites i shoot past them
Demons in the night Don't you know how a ninja stacks them
A snapping turtle from a river bed to a hot-zone
Now my footsteps are solid as fossils
In the Himalayas, Makalu, Lahoste,
I stole the flag they clocked me at sub zero
Every time i freeze hell over, an ice cycle is what they call me
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2016
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