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End Game

I�ve mentioned it before when incensed inside
Princess Bride similes referencing Wesley.
When I�m ill and free. Repping the best of me,
Tested sentences proved jesting wasn�t just a groove!

Including maiming phrases in such a rain of haze
My reign to amaze? I�ll explain this play:
I�m moved to introduce my mud-stained fray.
Like a cow�s cud, the Tao and my blood sprays!

No peace even when I�m collected!
I�ll eat until every piece is affected
Naughty oddities have the objective
Of leaving your body dissected!

Clever and sore, forever war
Not to the death. But�. �To the pain!�
Non-stop spotting tells and always smells rotten!
Popping rumbling off and jungle rot scent

Is sent to reflect so �All or rust!� is my claim!
I brawl as I must, for all kinds of gush!

Conscious of my conscience�s plane.
Problems wane when options remain.
Uncommonly honest to explain
Because the only constant is change!

For attacks that are out to get you starry?
I�ll contract Alpha Centauri!
The wish of crooks to bomb with Hell�s power!
And fishhooks in Donald Rumsfeld�s chowder!

Over-sexed, bolder-expressed spilling misfits
Click with me quick and laugh forever more!
Like the next million digits
Past 3.14�.!

I admit the sense of this
Schizophrenics spent still last
Sent through an empath�s path!
Intensely matching every catch

There�s a synergy feeding
In energy bleeding.
So when befriending each one?
Is a blending meeting.

Unending eating as demons meet and tease sin.
Spending my seething for their needs and easing in
Just enough jewels to spit to get me to trust their unruly shit.
I�m busted and not bluffing. I�m fooled and addicted to fireflicks!

I desire to lick eternity!
The best investment of Persephone!
From toe to CLITORIS, showing bliss of this
No jest this is what�s left of me!

Infinitely Generative is another way
To say I�m flow-addicted!
I�m in this and spend my superlatives
To blubber and sway, never slow but list unedits!

But no rudder I coast in a daze on ocean�s waves.
And stand to attention when OSHUN says TENSION!
The span of what�s mentioned doesn�t show what�s unending.
Because Infinitely Generating BULLSHIT?

Just cuz�, I�ll get into this state and handle this.
Yeah, I show off. I�m H.P. Lovecraft�s SHOGOFF.
I came from the sea to take you back to humanity�s PAST!

Infinitely Generating BULLSHIT is still pure,
If you spin and recreate and mulch it into MANURE!
But that play isn�t enough, I say ambition has a rush�
Expand your shit splatter FOREVERMORE

Handling what�s after like HENRY FORD!
Shown introduction of manure,
Own the MEANS OF PRODUCTION for sure
Flow something special from muddy cans

Grow what nobody else can!
Infinitely Generative infinitely feeds!
So I spin and extend mischief for my needs,
Within I have these beasts to bleed!

Every look off, every hook costs, I eat books to unlock!
Worlds of how, swirls from the brow, of those I twirl and wow
Extended leases on beasts I can�t AVOID this!
Lending a feast so their noise can diminish

Like protection tithes, this collection rides
Channeling schizophrenics as an empath is a dangerous path!
This animal is authentic to pass. I take pride, NEVER blame the past!
But on that track? I�m a relic like vedic Sanskrit!

Strangling the inept. No shame, just to hear them hack!
Mangling the phonetics to blast a range of wrath!
Handling the academic scene by stripping its antiseptic sheen-
And matching it to the epidemic of shit I�ve seen

So if I stack attacks of dread?
Like a smack to the solar plexus?
And a second whack to hold you in check?
When you�re doubled over, unexpected?

With a bottle to the back of the head?
And throttle you til you gasp up red?
I�m just on auto fill to pass what I was fed!
My head is a call center of undead dissenters!

A conglomerate of monsters sits in a blender.
Disproportionately sponsoring blitz to tend for
So I respond and revolve and send it out more!
Conjured devils get on me to conquer every level!

Growing a mind to tear to bits!
Showing time is aware of this!
No line is ever generic!
Flow is a crime to blare and never miss!

I stand to credit acerbic wit-
To never being coddled!
I was in to call in the volume and hone
On childhood home domestic violence!

When first decade never calmed? I got ahead and tense.
I was re-birthed, re-made to BOMB! My head got intense.
I get buzzed now and my curse just turns ON!
A thousand bars is my pounding star�s painful rinse
Re-angling the alphabet is my ANAESTHETIC!

I won�t apologize for my wit and dreams
Do the arithmetic. I�m not mean; I�m with it.
Burn a spliff clean, �til it warms the roach clip!
Scope this, and reform your focus

I�ll break your clavicle!
Make you drink mash to get full!
Burning needling intestines
Internal bleeding invests in!

Slowing healing to show what I�m feeling:
I don�t want to sort this thing.
I want a draw and quartering!
I wanna drag this out!

Bomb for fragging clout
Turn your skin to a flag!
And while we�re on that
Fiddling with evil weasels

To riddle medieval route?
I�ll reach into you. Grab and tear
Hatchet open your chest plate!
A Y-break at the clavicle meet-place!

Right there. My fingers dare
To explore pulsing organs.
You won�t miss this squishy one, huh?
So I�ll just shish-kebob

Bamboo stab it.
I can stand to nab it.
And what I snatched out I�ll cook
Like rabbit ragout!

Plutocrat or theocrat.
Bureaucrat or petty annoyed snatch
Pretty boy who needs no pity but a smack
To the lips with a brick, abbot or Cabot

Listen quick to my clout son!
�Cuz this manimal berserk
Cannibalizing you for dessert
Is your divine outcome!