Array ( [sid] => 161552 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Nullification [time] => 2010-08-02 06:09:45 [hometext] => Rap Lyrics. [bodytext] => [Verse 1]

Alright, hit it.
A trepidation of freaks whose immaculate peaks
Of saints and chronological beats.
Terror in the purest form of words that reek
Within the bodies of billions in all the dead-end streets.
Take them to the faceted worlds of seekers,
Mechanical creations of epochs and time reapers,
And art proving most absurd to the devious feeders
Hallucinations occur to demolish the remainders.
Distraught are the myriads that make their way into a new day
Holding their head strong with the heed of a higher plane.
Deluding previously upon smoldered pieces of paper they
Find themselves trapped with only inspirational praise.
Strike one.
Light beaming down on the faces of epic rated legends
That prophesize the ill amounts of redeemable vengeance
Where taking time in a land filled with lies and credence
Will bring the end of a life filled with sorrowful torrents.
They shall usurp the evil with the prowess of piety
And take with it the dedication of embodiments amicably.
Surrounding worldly corners and spreading ubiquitous pleas.
Mottos only hold for as far as our mind can see.
Believing that their deities are godly axioms who strangely
Condemn none of their beneficiary dictums directly
Upon heads of wrongdoers that destroy the earthly
Humanitarian discretion of wizened memories.

[Chorus]

Nullifications are the sins of a pitiful soul
Falling to the decent where the hell born take control
Of minds belonging to the filth that’s imbued within us all.
Darkness is the culprit interrogated in Heaven’s halls.

[Verse 2]

The human race is a series of bestial degrees
In which the brain was too mottled and confused to see.
Spoon feeding nonsense to the youth of the populous leaves
Insurmountable and unbeatable creeds throughout the nation
Without hesitation, the little laborers plead with their crazed addictions.
Strike two.
Pay attention to time we had prior to the mainstream fires
That wandered the streets looking for fixated creeps
Within the nine circles fueling and stoking the ire
From Cocytus, with Hell frozen over it’s just a brutal storm
Taking the trapped and the demented into the fatal swarm.
Communication’s lost between the free and the forlorn
An oath of fealty is what the diviners are destined for.
Show them the potholes of their gray little schemes
And the next thing you know they’ve come to invade your dreams.
Hands reaching out from the cluttered notches and seems.
Attempting to snatch souls and add them to their regimes.
Things thought up by these virtuous rays of hope
End up differentiating several ways to promote
The mindset of fledgling preachers from coast to coast
On this mountain of agony we must climb the slopes.
Converting every single being into overzealous heroes.
The stupidity of this concept is like dividing by zero.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Referencing back before the dawning times
Only helps when we naysayers be spitting our rhymes.
Passing restful specters in the disabled shrines
No more menacing than false commemorate vies. Yeah.
The idea of a god holding court in the skies
Is like the plague of cerebral benediction in rewind. Damn.
It’s coming close and my time has almost run out.
Best I be coming to a definite finish in this bout.
So here we go.
Strike three.
Everybody needs a guardian to keep them sound
In the highlights of terrific radiation inbound.
Creepers keep creeping up the forsaken grounds
When the zombified followers will ignite their shrouds.
Basic standards are spirit first and thinking dead last
It’s no wonder why this disturbance devastated the past.
Stick your brain in a box and return to sender
This is the procedure if you want to surrender.
Don’t take my rants seriously and don’t be a fool
Follow your own heart and your own set of rules.
I’ll be sitting here on a throne abiding the pools
Of human’s sorrows and hopes attempting a ruse.

[Chorus]



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Nullification
Date: Monday, 2nd August 2010 @ 06:09:45 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Auston
[Verse 1]

Alright, hit it.
A trepidation of freaks whose immaculate peaks
Of saints and chronological beats.
Terror in the purest form of words that reek
Within the bodies of billions in all the dead-end streets.
Take them to the faceted worlds of seekers,
Mechanical creations of epochs and time reapers,
And art proving most absurd to the devious feeders
Hallucinations occur to demolish the remainders.
Distraught are the myriads that make their way into a new day
Holding their head strong with the heed of a higher plane.
Deluding previously upon smoldered pieces of paper they
Find themselves trapped with only inspirational praise.
Strike one.
Light beaming down on the faces of epic rated legends
That prophesize the ill amounts of redeemable vengeance
Where taking time in a land filled with lies and credence
Will bring the end of a life filled with sorrowful torrents.
They shall usurp the evil with the prowess of piety
And take with it the dedication of embodiments amicably.
Surrounding worldly corners and spreading ubiquitous pleas.
Mottos only hold for as far as our mind can see.
Believing that their deities are godly axioms who strangely
Condemn none of their beneficiary dictums directly
Upon heads of wrongdoers that destroy the earthly
Humanitarian discretion of wizened memories.

[Chorus]

Nullifications are the sins of a pitiful soul
Falling to the decent where the hell born take control
Of minds belonging to the filth that’s imbued within us all.
Darkness is the culprit interrogated in Heaven’s halls.

[Verse 2]

The human race is a series of bestial degrees
In which the brain was too mottled and confused to see.
Spoon feeding nonsense to the youth of the populous leaves
Insurmountable and unbeatable creeds throughout the nation
Without hesitation, the little laborers plead with their crazed addictions.
Strike two.
Pay attention to time we had prior to the mainstream fires
That wandered the streets looking for fixated creeps
Within the nine circles fueling and stoking the ire
From Cocytus, with Hell frozen over it’s just a brutal storm
Taking the trapped and the demented into the fatal swarm.
Communication’s lost between the free and the forlorn
An oath of fealty is what the diviners are destined for.
Show them the potholes of their gray little schemes
And the next thing you know they’ve come to invade your dreams.
Hands reaching out from the cluttered notches and seems.
Attempting to snatch souls and add them to their regimes.
Things thought up by these virtuous rays of hope
End up differentiating several ways to promote
The mindset of fledgling preachers from coast to coast
On this mountain of agony we must climb the slopes.
Converting every single being into overzealous heroes.
The stupidity of this concept is like dividing by zero.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

Referencing back before the dawning times
Only helps when we naysayers be spitting our rhymes.
Passing restful specters in the disabled shrines
No more menacing than false commemorate vies. Yeah.
The idea of a god holding court in the skies
Is like the plague of cerebral benediction in rewind. Damn.
It’s coming close and my time has almost run out.
Best I be coming to a definite finish in this bout.
So here we go.
Strike three.
Everybody needs a guardian to keep them sound
In the highlights of terrific radiation inbound.
Creepers keep creeping up the forsaken grounds
When the zombified followers will ignite their shrouds.
Basic standards are spirit first and thinking dead last
It’s no wonder why this disturbance devastated the past.
Stick your brain in a box and return to sender
This is the procedure if you want to surrender.
Don’t take my rants seriously and don’t be a fool
Follow your own heart and your own set of rules.
I’ll be sitting here on a throne abiding the pools
Of human’s sorrows and hopes attempting a ruse.

[Chorus]



Auston, PLEASE help keep this site INTERACTIVE reading and commenting on at least 3 poems by other members for each one you submit.

As of this note, you now have 8 poems posted and only 4 interactive comments. BEFORE posting another poem, please at least bring your comment ratio to 1:1 and maintain it. Thank you.

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