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[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] 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. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Auston [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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