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Firedancing' Anthem
Firedancin’ Anthem
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
Set my brain free. Check what aims to be
Is there a sick painful spree?
Does it fly from my head? Untethered, loose and sure?
Am I set to flow and mob?
I don’t know.
Does Dick Cheney rise from the dead whenever Lucifer gets a blowjob?
Will you remain in this true?
Gash on the brain and fly-- and yet still spike the blues?
Crash the mainframe of SkyNet like T2?
Unabashed this game is my best move
Past to future I maim and suture too!
No strain to see right through
A range of stains to prove
The claim of Dangerous Gurus
Shames the arrangements that screw you!
They’re off, see. The message doesn’t die with the messenger.
I’m on and past it! Prophecy?
I’m set to blast. Living OR post-mortum I matched it
Like John the Baptist!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
Discerning through Fate I won’t stop.
Burning smooth weight so hot
When I gab to pollute and prod ya’
Like 32 straight shots of Absolut Vodka!
My Circle of Trust?
Is at their height even when SUSSED!
I get buzzed with the hardest of the smartest!
Hurdling a universe to bust
Like riding my Midas Touch
Was the start of Dr. Who’s Tardis!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
I don’t adjust this show. HOW?
Upfront I touch and just know. Off the brow.
Disrupt with stunts. Extend miles of crushing blows
Clutching roses with prehensile toes!
Just the Tao makes me gush “WOW!”
I trust in the now. Lust endows
I bust to go. My love shows
Above and below flow, but
I’ve come to realize that most haters
Are weak links speaking from the brink
Of the lowest common denominator
Their growing gnawing dominates their stir!
Stinging others? A worthless jerk’s list.
I didn’t hurdle bliss to be twisted as Ringling Brothers Circus.
Slinging curses and clinging to the mind-curdling work-out
To serve a verbal merc’s clout is my first bit
Every thought pops from ill to swill
And the zany tongue disperses cranium hearses
To disperse those bubble feats in double beat.
Enough huddle complete
And the rubble from my wrath soothes as a bubble bath
I gab and croon my curse, still clinging.
Whenever I’m grabbed, hearing the universe singing.
That bit pours down through me
And thus I hit the floor by Round 33.
I’m thus cut and smashed but not cringing!
I HAVE to come up swinging.
I could blame my upbringing
But it’s useless to make excuses.
I’m just used to this
So I groove to mix minds betwixt crimes.
I’m in this to kiss the Divine!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am![/font]
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
Set my brain free. Check what aims to be
Is there a sick painful spree?
Does it fly from my head? Untethered, loose and sure?
Am I set to flow and mob?
I don’t know.
Does Dick Cheney rise from the dead whenever Lucifer gets a blowjob?
Will you remain in this true?
Gash on the brain and fly-- and yet still spike the blues?
Crash the mainframe of SkyNet like T2?
Unabashed this game is my best move
Past to future I maim and suture too!
No strain to see right through
A range of stains to prove
The claim of Dangerous Gurus
Shames the arrangements that screw you!
They’re off, see. The message doesn’t die with the messenger.
I’m on and past it! Prophecy?
I’m set to blast. Living OR post-mortum I matched it
Like John the Baptist!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
Discerning through Fate I won’t stop.
Burning smooth weight so hot
When I gab to pollute and prod ya’
Like 32 straight shots of Absolut Vodka!
My Circle of Trust?
Is at their height even when SUSSED!
I get buzzed with the hardest of the smartest!
Hurdling a universe to bust
Like riding my Midas Touch
Was the start of Dr. Who’s Tardis!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am!
I don’t adjust this show. HOW?
Upfront I touch and just know. Off the brow.
Disrupt with stunts. Extend miles of crushing blows
Clutching roses with prehensile toes!
Just the Tao makes me gush “WOW!”
I trust in the now. Lust endows
I bust to go. My love shows
Above and below flow, but
I’ve come to realize that most haters
Are weak links speaking from the brink
Of the lowest common denominator
Their growing gnawing dominates their stir!
Stinging others? A worthless jerk’s list.
I didn’t hurdle bliss to be twisted as Ringling Brothers Circus.
Slinging curses and clinging to the mind-curdling work-out
To serve a verbal merc’s clout is my first bit
Every thought pops from ill to swill
And the zany tongue disperses cranium hearses
To disperse those bubble feats in double beat.
Enough huddle complete
And the rubble from my wrath soothes as a bubble bath
I gab and croon my curse, still clinging.
Whenever I’m grabbed, hearing the universe singing.
That bit pours down through me
And thus I hit the floor by Round 33.
I’m thus cut and smashed but not cringing!
I HAVE to come up swinging.
I could blame my upbringing
But it’s useless to make excuses.
I’m just used to this
So I groove to mix minds betwixt crimes.
I’m in this to kiss the Divine!
Get higher and desire for visions unplanned?
Aspire to escape the mire, my mission on every stand?
I never tire to take a chance at a Firedancin’ Anthem
If you’re right to fly- you might like to try your hand, ma’am![/font]
Published 26th May 2013
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27th May 2013 9:09pm
7th Jun 2013 11:07am
Adore the praise, sister. Your every verse warms as well, matching cadence week by week, beat by beat. It's good to see you found your fiery path!
