War

Sick s**t overall, yo.

 I take away your esophagus

Lead you to a demonic Metropolis

Whereupon a sarcophagus

Is home for you and accomplices

The walk is taunting

Since we walk thru daunting halls, that scream

And call you out on all your sins

Shackled at the knees and shins

The torture begins

A battlefront fortune of twisted amends

Loyal to friends

Royal enough to fill ditches

Toiled with pain and turmoil

Used hatred for my stitches

Tapped and cashed my riches

Into false wishes of lore

I see in your reflection

A lack of perfection, and more

So I fight for what is right

And what I believe to be pure

Like Tom Clancy,

My romance and fancy, is war

Used to settle scores with gore

And violence, the message portrayed

A time of enlightenment follows all the same

It’s a blood shedding game

And I am destined to win

And when Death sends his messenger

You will see me riding with him

 

I became thy PuppetMaster

An aliased rapper

Though it didn’t do crap,

I didn’t get what I was after

From madness to laughter

Try to stand

Your shafts clatter

Try to spit

Your raps splatter

My laugh’s the latter

Of magnum and shotgun chatter

Inscribed a fighter

A mediastinum striker

Bowel grinder, Organ finder

Intestinal clothesline, body piker

God spiter!

Though I thought the pen was mightier

Until I picked up the sword

Swung it swore

My life to the destruction

Of the feeble and weak,

Arrogant and ignorant

And I shall never sleep

Until every insignificance

Is righteously unweaned

Foul, but intense,

I’m becoming a fiend

And you gotta fight thru

If I were you, fighting me

I’d up and kill myself, fool

You’re a pawn in the game

No importance for name

Small, but you can take all

Depending upon the moment you’re played

This is war!

Author's Note

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