Week Twenty!
Bring it, if you got it.
With one step, we halfway there
to a windswept city in cloud lighter than air.
Proud nothing, I'm just glad to get a vision
of the virgin snow, from the fire of perdition
A revision, written in gold, buried in amber
carryin’ souls like six-month in the slammer
Charles the Hammer, parle vous francais
Part 2 the renaissance, another crusades
My inner eye gemini turning to my Other
Identify the killer, the features of my brother
The downbeat whippin’ ya head, crackin’ your crown
So counterfeit, the federals clipped and impound
The whips, the wings, the chains the chariots
Stripped of my bling, kingkiller, iscariot
carried by six, or trial by a dozen
Verified witch, and I burn down the coven
I'm only bluffin’. Much ado about nothing.
Playing with taboo, you sayin’ that I’m cussing
Waves runnin’, the days sudden, SAY SOMETHIN’
The bass bumpin’ and the serenade summoned
brass trumpets, the last judgment, a fast comet
It’s dra-conic, the way I drag chronic,
Fire from the lips and tongues run in the sonics
Islamics, mathematics lessons and creeds
The destinies of men, as my testament read
Submitted May 18, 2019 at 03:30AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2WPjbyQ
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