You’ll never guess what I am
Posted: 09 Jun 2020 18:53
A poet or a prophet? An oasis or a mosh pit? A guide? Or am I made of lies?
If you truly have an ear you will hear the truths I bear to weave here
I speak therefore they listen I reap therefore my teeth glisten I am no beast but I a foreigner who can listen. You call me a prophet while your bitch and maiden are in my pocket. You call me a monster while I put your love on a stage and flaunt her. You try to hate me but can’t help but want to date me. This is not vanity this is your reaction to a deity, you see a prophet but want to fuck it, what does that say about the man who saw it? Are you a man? Or art thou but an empty can? Filled only with past dreams once ran, you run senseless you filthy brainless lamb. You are the feast of the beast, I know him and he is coming and bringing the heat.
I take your bitch and turn them into a maiden, I appreciate her more than your simple tick minds could have taken. I court your men and lead them like pigs in a pen, and teach the to preach the good word of the Zen. They want me they can’t help it, they wish to flaunt me but can’t have it, all I can do is lead and answer their pleas. I lead you leech I help while all you can do is yelp. My friends are coming for you like a thief in the night to put an end to your petty plight! Demons and angels the bleeding and the gainful! They all are against YOU the human, the blue man, the empty can, the Whore fat american. You are the true minority the true false authority you are the tumor you are the false rumor, the root of evil, the faux regal. We are legion you are a heathen, your reckoning is now, you beckon and now you will bow.
If you truly have an ear you will hear the truths I bear to weave here
I speak therefore they listen I reap therefore my teeth glisten I am no beast but I a foreigner who can listen. You call me a prophet while your bitch and maiden are in my pocket. You call me a monster while I put your love on a stage and flaunt her. You try to hate me but can’t help but want to date me. This is not vanity this is your reaction to a deity, you see a prophet but want to fuck it, what does that say about the man who saw it? Are you a man? Or art thou but an empty can? Filled only with past dreams once ran, you run senseless you filthy brainless lamb. You are the feast of the beast, I know him and he is coming and bringing the heat.
I take your bitch and turn them into a maiden, I appreciate her more than your simple tick minds could have taken. I court your men and lead them like pigs in a pen, and teach the to preach the good word of the Zen. They want me they can’t help it, they wish to flaunt me but can’t have it, all I can do is lead and answer their pleas. I lead you leech I help while all you can do is yelp. My friends are coming for you like a thief in the night to put an end to your petty plight! Demons and angels the bleeding and the gainful! They all are against YOU the human, the blue man, the empty can, the Whore fat american. You are the true minority the true false authority you are the tumor you are the false rumor, the root of evil, the faux regal. We are legion you are a heathen, your reckoning is now, you beckon and now you will bow.