Dust Descends

Sumo, flows bone shattering, slow dab the pen
Holmes, back again, unravelling cluedo
Pseudo-psycho p.i clocks travelling cloak and dagger men
Bag the prints, captured under black light, halogen.

Snag the swag bag, back to the lab, the hideout
Back in a flash countin' the cash stacks in the light house
Good or bad, two sides of the same coin, same loin
Brother from another mother. Veins joined plain toying with.

Wordplay. Words spray off the diaphragm
Feynman diagrams erased trace of a higher plan
He enquired "dang." thug on his case, ran, caught
Scuffle ensued, gun in his face, click, fired… jammed.

I guess the messiah scams
Laughing at us miniscule fucks measuring time in sand
Rhyming slang, the camera pans back to the gameboard
Bishop f8 takes queen b4 day falls.

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This ain't no follow the north star, night light calligraphy
Scene set, more like predator versus predator
Find myself invisible, play your tendons like an old oud
Fellow to no realm walk with no foot to speak of.

Some said he was here, cold carvings on an old stone
Most were oblivious till his whispers chilled their sold bones
No sight to behold no effigy no spared thought
Soul borne of ash, the globe silenced as he strolled home.

One touch, monotone were the screams
Legion of the spirit brought forthwith thru dreams monitored
He travelled thru shadows, the black string puppeteer
Left with no trace, reverse big bang, we touch cloth.

I revel, suspend tension not animation
Pause, replace thoughts of sanctity with pure rage
Distilled peace in its purest form injected
My veins writhe callously, somewhat vacant like your new face.

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Diablo, emerging from devilish black piano note
Deadliest black hand on your throat, a black antelope
Black animal flow, pow, a black calico
As black as your soul, black hand trapped in snow.

Frost bitten, loss kitten a boss hominian
A god swimming in sin, living within a villains skin
The man is dead, but walks the earth like his manners fled
His plans to wreck span the globe like rihanna's head.

Sky diving riding a bison
Try fly in time with the high rising leviathan
The truth is out there, but which guy will you buy it from
The livest firebomb, time warner or viacom.

Be silent, calm, its salvation of firearm
Make noise so the people know the real hype of the tribal drum
The time has come, its ride or die time for some
Hide your guns, we tonight vibe as one.