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Crown Of ThornsTake these thorns and put them on me
Take these angry words and put them aside
please forgive me when i'm blind
These eyes can't see the enemies that are infront of me
Forgive them for they don't know what they do
Forgive me for my anger and grief
Shedding my skin like a snake
Mending my scales healing wounds that we all make
These thorns puncture my skin reminding me that we all are human
They make me a better person
They make my heart reappear
These crown of thorns are what I am inside.
I'll wear these crown of thorns till I die.
UntitledThe fire inside me rages.
In anger I burn myself.
Oil in the water continues to corrupt my soul.
Ash and debris melts my skin away.
Erupting inside and out
This volcano explodes causing chaos and destruction.
anger resides in us all
WingWing on my shoulder
angels will gather and save your soul
never let you go
Angels all around us
saviors of all
Angels we thank you for the light you share
Protecting our lives from the troubles and the madness of this world
we pray that the world will get better and the spirit listens to the poor people
Bless the weary and the weak the mute and the people that use there hands to speak
This life is hard as we stated before
love is what you need how can we say anymore
Angels are among us
wings on your shoulders shelter you from the pain and the sadness in your heart will be brighter and together we pray for the days and the nights be safer and brighter.
Everyone has a wing on their shoulder.
BandedI'm banded not branded.
These colors on me are tricky and defined.
What you wouldn't know would blow your mind.
I'm king yes its true.
I'm the friendliest of the few.
over the rivers and tampered hills.
It is my cousin the coral that kills.
If you see me eat another snake don't be alarmed
I'm the King and that's my charm.
Tyrannical SuspicionsTyrannical Suspicions
In the wake of the systems.
Time to make some bad decisions
life is short for this earth is burning.
Inside its heated core its boiling the water over
one more tear for the mourned.
To many ashes for the flames of disposition.
Each composition of art is full of emotion.
Pull my heartstrings now for its skipping a beat.
Wake me up now and get me off my feet.
Timed and aligned sometimes you can see my heart mend softly in your arms.
These tyrannical suspicions wake the mind.
Anger and love subside.
When ever your around me this world is alive.
This explosive energy is getting to me.
Sending electrical surges into my soul.
I can't control the raging storm that forms clouds.
Pulsating convulsions of static.
Starting to panic inside these electrical currents
Standing in the sound burst.
Turning the gears releasing your electric explosive static.
You put your arms around me
Electricity forms surrounds us
Electrical storm lightning is formed
As it comes down it cinders t
Dragon Rail Cylinder.Dragon rail cylinder
Atributes= dragon ore mined from the dragon statue.
a whole new type of ore called dragon ore.
This ore has colors like black gold and green
The green type is grass,black is shadow, and yellow is light.
Mixes other crystals to make a unique elemental flames that can be performed through the dragons mouth and smoke comes out of its nostrils to make it more powerful.
the Dragon rail cylinder comes equipped with a double rail that looks like a rose with the main attribute you want in the middle of the rail and the weakest attribute that you want to use on the edges.
Looks like a pistol from the distance.
(Green dragon ore)Type of dragon ore that uses plants like the rose to its advantage by sprouting thorns and toxins through contact also makes a carnivorous plant or venus flytrap that traps and eats enemies whole.
(Black Dragon Ore)Type of dragon ore that creates a thick smog like smokescreen that blocks monsters also creates shadowy doppelgangers.
(Light Dragon Ore)
Tricked OutTricked out.
The sun is out.
the blind is open.
Look outside the mind.
Release your grief and doubt.
Set the mood
Reset the stage
Dissolve your panic and disengage your rage.
Don't freak out.
Be chill and everything will go uphill
Find your Zen.
Leave the madness behind and rewind
Find your soul don't lose control.
Just be yourself.
Don't put yourself in a craze.
In a maze you might lose your yourself.
Be tricked out not freaked out.
Fire and the remedy.Time for the remedy.
serenity for the soul.
Time to rewind.
It's going to be alright.
Just be yourself.
Sometimes you have a fist full of war.
Hardcore never stop.
Fight the dark and shadows that plague your heart.
Let go of your hate and stay smooth and cool.
It's time for a remedy.
She's serenity for your soul.
Time to rewind.
Time to chill
Turn up the bass the beat is sick the noise it intoxicating.
Let yourself go in her arms
Stop fueling the fire.
Put down the pitchforks and the flames
We all have problems we all have dreams
Just breathe and let go.
The fire is burning on the inside
Put out the flames of hate and strife take control of your life.
It's time for your remedy.
Bring serenity for your soul.
Time to rewind.
Breathe and take your time and rewind.
Just rewind and calm your state of mind.
Strong And FreeOld wounds are like broken bones to many to throw away.You goons get away from me.
My fears are strong and brittle.
Can't take it any more I'm blowing the whistle.
I need to bounce back.
Repaired and sewn your minds about to get blown.
Gathering my pride take this anger from fear inside
Unleash this gaze upraised and rephrased from the mind time to divide and conquer.
Mindful and oppressed are we
These things which are meant to be
We people shall be free
Unchained unscathed and undefined
We are people We are free.
Delusion becomes meDelusion becomes me
it echoes with the listless duty
of confining me
within the horrid tyranny
of my own fiction.
There will be no coup
no revolution nor rebellion
no cries for reality
nor exuberance of freedom
only the echoes of duty.
The monotonous drown of forgeries,
atrocities, and apologies,
the dying screams
of impoverished souls
of fancy and fantasy,
the rapacious shouts
of fallacious joy over
the births of new yet
lovely children of fate and belief,
more loudly the gunfire
these shouts are meant to cloud
horribly loud in themselves
though they quiet some of the screams,
and finally the repetition
of my own whispers
,my own words,
repeating the implication
and imagery of every sound
as is my duty.
My duty t know
every tragedy and ever
The Sounds Of A DayThere is a man
who wakes every morning
to the sound of ticking,
tick tock tick tock
as he rises
combined with the steady creak
of truly worn bones.
He continues on
drowning the perpetual noise
with his monotony,
both hair and teeth
and two laces
with little bunnies of top.
He walks the empty hallway
to the rhythm of children's laughter
and closes the door
just as it turns to tears.
He arrives at work
brazenly ignoring the serenade of clicks
by a chorus of staples,
cli-click click click.
He is hard to seduce
but soon succumbs to it
wielding his own instrument
just in time for his solo,
rasping upon the stapler
long and hard till
he's finally released.
He runs to the elevator
Indie Wraps Around My EarsIndie Wraps Around My Ears
i like indie rap because it’s art
trapped under a stigma of astigmatism
which is probably why my favorite rappers
wear art frame glasses to see miss
and conception. or somethin’.
i like indie rap because i see myself
in the dudes who weren’t popular enough
to make it into the main’s ear,
soundwaves, or bloodstream
but those other weirdos
wearing sweater vests
with a gold cross linked round necks,
bow ties and nine fifty fitteds.
i like indie rap because i can whisper
broken assonance confused for direct rhymes
and snort lines and hide behind bars
and listen to prison songs
without ending up under the jail.
i like indie rap because i can repeat words
and look cool so words slice through eyes
like swords through irises
because i swore that i’d write
what sounds right and how i’d want
even if you don’t understand how i pen.
so even if my pupil can't pin
down these tones, rhythm, and space
we know tones sigh l
Relief. Relief, oh sweet relief
Miles and miles away
Now, like a nice warm bed
It floods me like the Nile,
Nourishing the irrigation of my veins;
Oh relief, tears of joy
And I will only be honest in this once -
I feared you had left already,
And I had not known you well enough
To understand this.
Today, I am happy
All I could sayIs take care
No harm will be wish upon you
No hatred thrown at you
I will not run after you like I used to
I will not explain myself anymore
I told you enough
So take care
QuartzI am your enigma
I am all that you despise
I am all that you adore
And I never leave your side
I consume the world around you
I am every step you take
I hover just below you
And make your heart ache
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am alive and I am dead
I’m in your head and in your heart
The monster under your bed
I am the caresses you crave
And the kisses you desire
I am the love you deserve
The attention you serve
So I’m not so pure and clear
And I don’t have a golden sheen
My cheeks aren’t sweetly rosy
My purple grace is not mien
My skin’s not milky or sublime
I’m not even shiny gray
I am just a fragile crystal
Almost black from decay
HushesThe player piano lulls my senses
every note stings
trying to gush out something
from underneath my skin
yet only smoke rises
evanescent from my fingertips
The gentle melody settles like snow
over my little insanity
reaches the surface
of the violent devil within
that's breaking my throat
unable to let loose
a needed scream
Confused sadness.So much pain --
Even though I [thought] I was prepared
Like - like watching old letters burn
That you kept from your parents;
Like a child pulling helplessly
on the string that once held
their favorite toy;
Or the empty food bowl
with the hungry dog beside it;
Or the woman who watched
her other half
sail away, knowing
she would never see him again.
I thought I could handle it
And I'm still trying
But there it is inconsolable sadness
A slow burn ripping me,
A freight train gutting me,
Splashing me across the tracks;
I just want it to stop -
Please don't go away
I don't want to lose
Almost and closeWhat is death but the lack of beauty
that I find in you and me,
the trees that accompany my poetry,
the sky that feels lost,
vast and knowledgeable as it is,
in front of my pleas?
Don't blame the music
sometimes, only it could seal my wounds
and stop the bleeding
but I've given some thought
to the new slate, a pristine name -
I could let my next reincarnation
bring truthful fulfillment
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