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The crooked man cowled
Stumbling, prowled by owls
Staff bent
Serpentine when I verse my words
Twirling hours
Aligning stars to the shape of my bars
These scriptures brimming with power
Of the olden day
Ancient summons I hold in open sway
And pinpoint with my speculum
To reflect the sum of my darkest art
Talking bushes erupt where I walk
And spit firetalk with the trees that I spark
A creviced heart with lines so smart
When this burning lion-dragon-hawk stalks
Take heed
And mark your path friend
Your way's a past trend
Past you and them I sever the end
And go beyond simple meanings
Reasoning with crows and feeding on heathens
Split the seams when I'm scheming
Fuck the stage
It's the whole scene that I'm thieving
Gangster is and gangster does
While you bus some crap
Rap leaks with pus from my cracks
Spiderlegs, lizards, what more's in my sack?
The hunchback wizard, folorn in the gap
Pacts made with daemons
They crawl up my back
Latch, attach to the words that I graft
Dark knowledge, necromantic craft
So rise to attack
My soldiers of Styx
I flow so abyss and side with her; Nyx
Turn stones to sticks and wood to bricks
Reform your whole concept solely for kicks
A wiseman once said grace holy with gifts
So embrace wholly
When I settle this bitch.

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Publicerad 2016-11-15 21:11

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