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Dalek

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    They walk a path that's not mine, never was or ever will be.
    Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of mc's
    Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity
    And so ironically you seek to whisper from the poison lips of socrates
    I watch with these sad and tired eyes
    If i were blind perhaps then i'd know of sunsets.
    As it stands i hate myself more than public.
    Prose and poetry set to drown in murky sonics
    Crucify the honest least they beg to play the minstrel
    Divide by 5th harmonic just to keep it simple
    Basics of my breath only known to my people
    Speak in paradox seems to sullen minds of feeble
    Retrieve the core text and proceed to feast with equals
    Your church steeples only set more eyes on ra
    Confusion on your face when i call my brothers god
    Grasp open fist with right met with a solemn nod
    First signs of rain i plant these seeds in fertile soil
    Anoint scarred wrists with remnants of ancient oils.

    And since then i felt more than never
    Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words
    Left interred as exposed souls erode
    Though i'm told to expect that fate
    Human has no fate
    (with fist that knows pain)

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    Await with rusted blade to split this right wrist
    Fractured lip spits blind truth into life's abyss.
    Lifted spirits only crash to concrete
    Greet enemies with pounds
    Brethren with horrid sounds
    Resonating what we wrote
    You foster false hope
    To those who tie noose with stale rope
    Broke stride with strong neck
    In last attempts to gain respect
    Melanin the constant threat
    Yet we easily forget
    Where we are, what we are
    Are by far foreign concepts
    Somewhere between the seeds of gods and monsters
    Quite a thought to ponder
    Ancient treasures squandered by greed that bleeds from all veins
    Humanity maintains false histories to breath
    Breed lies in ink to infect truth written
    Given live makes ironic alter
    Tarnished martyr polished words only to be blurred
    When i once tried to watch
    And irony is lost
    True knowledge only comes at too high a cost

    And since then i felt more than never
    Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue slowly severed by words
    Left interred as exposed souls erode

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