i post a reply to approach ya n try to compose my own poetry rhymes
hoping that im opposing ya lies ya chose over time
while im at my home typing right on the throne ya want but can't find
i suppose ya notice that im not phony-im wise when i zone n
not like the bully type goin so blind in the sight
you should know that the soldiers sometimes die from their own
bullets they bite when alone on cold nights
won't ya open ya eyes n focus cuz why be bogus
just fight all the bullshit n write ur whole story that's tight
n hold it n guide ya til ya divide to the soil for ya normal mortal life
or the torture just might distort ya portrait, i warned ya before
if you're told more than twice im comin for war, im not nice
this world's got a price but of course not like the stores
but the horror's alive n its born just to rise up a corpse to bring
unfortunate signs to the 4 corners where we are bordered inside
yes there is boredom disquised in its form of a wardrobe but ive
come close to the portal to morph in my mind
n oh Lord i walked towards at the line n i quarrelled
because im torn in my morals n its a vortex sorta ride