Viewing: Rise Of Empire - View all posts

Locust Myst 

Oh my God I’m in fight for my life
struggling to see the light
I lift the last bit of rubble and bricks
to wake up to a sunless kiss
surrounded by the locust mist
face severely burned upper lip blistered
greeted by mother natures nuclear winter
accompanied by apocalypse her twin sister
feet splintered Jesus now I know how Christ felt
when the non believers dealt their hand to sinners
nailing his soul to wooden fixtures
which mirrors the reflection of a society
bent on self propriety
eyeing me a dead weight
not a contribution element
cursing my melanin I don’t ride the dick
of a mule or elephant
words once heaven sent become here say
like knowledgeable abdominal follicles
off the Devils topical
funny how Armageddon changes your perception
continue to move through the wreckage
looking for medics or where enforcement is
come to remains of an orphanage
dead children, burning buildings, gone are my feelings
it’s bad enough I’m dealing with the scenic
piles of dolls plastic and pissy mattress
oh shit a survivor maybe he knows what happen


Blood and tears the familiar libation
Gemini’s twin sky pacin’ bloodlines sacred
half jazz musician, quarter addict and beautician
walkin’ with the skewed vision of the people
in case you missed it
you asked for my past
well I’m that fragmented piece of glass
screamin’ when oppression shattered my American dream
it’s not hopeless til the masses take notice
and the country bestows it
imagine me unfocused
a place you don’t want to be
like a child abductor claiming to be your ex lover mother fucker
puncture the skull structure of Usher Raymond
with angered patrons who like gats and spiked bats
painted a picture so perverse
Chili named it after the hand of God engraved it
terrorists laughing in the face immigration
taking retribution for Iraqi oil spilled faces
now my thoughts have no factual basis
cuz my brain is complacent
in the playstation generation
take heed to my social commentary declaration


Dance on the rings of Saturn
with the son of the master
manufacture cadavers and 88 tusk hammers
to shatter the mask
reflected in the ceiling of glass
bask in my ominous past
sippin’ the blood of man out of autonomous flask
walkin’ a prosperous path with fraudulent math
flash an oculus mass
crash a paranoia agent construct
conduct Zeus’s electricity
through ethnicity showing multiplicity
drowning oppression crowned in liberty
synergy passed on through struggle of song
and lovingly psalms
carry the muscle of God in palm
guiding the lost in anonymous cause
until we’re freed and gone
from devilish jaws hold the applause
in the name of Allah and Mary Magdalen’s son
the battle has begun within the shadows of the sun
until we stand as one