Friday Night Poetry Slam

Week 5: M*rder

A theme is only a suggestion.

However, my presence is a reality.

There's not a person alive capable of competing with this, and I was all the dead ones who could.

Why are you here?

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In death valley I walk slow with a burner
Shadows on my back, and a active warrant for m*rder
Fatality’s a problem of pride penance and property
So if you sly bitches survive address me properly
As King-- I took it with one hands from your people
I put the ghosts of your kin in my ring with the fire opal
so I cipher a selection of spirits like firewater
From the FOI and first nation like Hiawatha
Perspiration and the passage of time-- my craft summit
ashing my blunt with the rhyme spit with a drag from it
Mag with a clip in it, flag from a white bonnet
ride with a fate wicked and say ‘salaam’ to the sonnets
I’m leaving-- sickness and health, wealth and impoverished
cyclical devils are messengers of apocalypse
Let this be a lesson to the children of rebellion:
As I push a glass bead through the throat of the mach-avellian
I'm burning alive with the burden of my ambition
that f*ggot ain't cinder, but the live ammunition
I'm five eleven hunnid-sixty pounds in my integers
hold a five-seven and one-o-nine my temperature
the blind fury that shines deep in your heresy
You can vibe with me a fingertip in the mercury
Alive on arrival, your shooters suddenly switches
suitors to good women with eyes on the bad bitches
Lucifer walks in many forms and allegories;
I push the vox to eleven and pour fuel on my stories
I am untouchable in any ring or narrow alley
I walk slow with a burner in the shadow of the valley
Paladin, peer of the lord, but who is it?
I manifest the word as I condescend to your physics.
Fight me.

PS: Fucking automod

Submitted February 01, 2020 at 10:13AM by PaladinBen https://ift.tt/2GF4wjn