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This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoestring
The prime directive selects reflective aviation
Bathed in mood swing
I'm broke, I know a walking corpse who'd spit icicle dagger
To slit throat
Quicker than you can prove there's four letters in hope
I paint a portrait from my cell called life
Inside the tortoise shell, tortured
Orbiting hell's orchard intrigued but not compelled
I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my quarters
Order one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter
Now is you is the villain of my kabuki hologram
‘Cuz I hobble with hollow hands
Please pan the nozzle
We see intent to re-invent dream application
With homage to ancients
But honor modern replacements circling now basics
I'm Bilbo Baggins with stilts tipping the Petri dish
Beached fish on the shores where the feast of wits eat the corpse
Divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed
Killer breed credible
That's a harp of a different color but the song remains identical
I am not a crook, I cook the wick at both ends
Just to blend that element of chance with my tight rope dance
Life, sight beyond, fire ant with a hunger pain gut be gone
Belong to something civil, saint, ‘cuz this Rembrandt paints on
And it's a cold canvas lodged in the gut of Atlantis
Some present impressive lung
Some truly learn what a death chant is
I alone personify mankind's collective sulk
As a result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk
Face it, die, place it on the shelf
Next to the portrait mommy gave you
Of the day it rained but y'all posed by the slave ship anyway
Make it rain 'til the levy breaks
My fetus breeds as a combine of father time
And his sweetest concubine, wine
And it saddens me like televised casualties
I'll be hung in the village square in exactly 5 minutes
You don't want to miss it
As a token of my discontent regarding the equation
I'm officially closed for consultation
I float, while everyone around me's busy drowning
HATA BİLDİR
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