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My Words
My words show no mercy,
They rain down from blackened skies in the form of droplets of inked truths, an acidic rain storm burning below the skin.
My words aim to entrap you,
A slave to my hypnotic spell, to tear your being apart in hurricanes of rage.
My words are not held silenced by dark clouds, no end to them when peering down the barrel of a gun, my words strike the bullets taking back my life and situational control.
My words bury blades within poetic flesh, slashing, committing the ultimate crime, My words spread like an infection, implanting them in minds.
My words climb poetic walls to reach those that hide from the truth, making a mockery of perception or robotic influence.
My words build strength in the weak, the followers, independence rises to fight, to write out the chaotic fits that threaten floods to poetic shorelines lining the cities of their minds.
They rain down from blackened skies in the form of droplets of inked truths, an acidic rain storm burning below the skin.
My words aim to entrap you,
A slave to my hypnotic spell, to tear your being apart in hurricanes of rage.
My words are not held silenced by dark clouds, no end to them when peering down the barrel of a gun, my words strike the bullets taking back my life and situational control.
My words bury blades within poetic flesh, slashing, committing the ultimate crime, My words spread like an infection, implanting them in minds.
My words climb poetic walls to reach those that hide from the truth, making a mockery of perception or robotic influence.
My words build strength in the weak, the followers, independence rises to fight, to write out the chaotic fits that threaten floods to poetic shorelines lining the cities of their minds.
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