Welcome to no man's land
I never met a man that never ran
From temptation
They always take a stand
To either welcome it with open arms or rebuke it with both hands
Looking down from their pedestals I understand
That execution is the solution to any plan
Except for the truly living
Random acts of kindness and charitable giving
Lemming
To a trait or flavor
Grinning in the face of absolution and danger
Murder personified stationary coat hanger
Life line to night line this is my art but Denzel is a better painter
I find security in my social ability
But the remedy to entropy plaguing our organizational empathy is the amputation of the better
How can a man now where he stands if he is busy looking outward for a mental measure
Inward
Introvert those electric charge cell walls and communicate with espers
Condition them to laugh
Ingest the hand that feeds them trash
An empire soon to be struck down with a burning pillar of fire converting the writhing population of serpents to ash
Heading south vertically with my rhymes
Towards the earth's center to harvest flames that would put envy in a Dragon's eyes
Fire so intense that when I die
My soul will evaporate
And it will rain fire for a thousand days
And the memories in my DNA
Will disintegrate the remains before they shrivel and incinerate
The degenerative diseases clotting the vessels in my mind
That dull the prominent shine
With which I
Could identify
But only when another being could co-sign
So I realized that the tangent lines could form the perimeter of my mind
See my sixth sense
Grants access to the sixth-tenths
Of men duped into seemingly defenseless positions
Grade school arithmetic simplifies my decision
If one third of my kinsmen
Are in prison
And the reciprocal of that is three then
I guess either God, Jesus, or the Holy Ghost is sitting with them
But that is Man's law isn't it
A brand new testament
I always feel like he's testing me
To get the best of me
I mean to pull it out
Especially through this thing called word of mouth