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New Beginnings

Here's to new beginnings/
Through the crimson/
Haze that soothed the trimmings/
Of a smoother living/
I'm moving swiftly/
Who could hit me/
Delusion grips these/
Stupid miscreants/
That choose to piss me/
Off with clueless slipping/
I won't lose my winnings/
No longer running in place/
Instead I hustle with grace/
Even if I stumble in faith/
For much of the day/
Nothing is safe when/
Trouble is sacred/
Punching the face is/
A loving display of/
Crumbling hatred/
My club is The Haven/
But I'm brushing the pavement/
With my love for the language/
That saved me from anguish/
Years ago when I sputtered and fainted/
When life punctured my safety/
Done with the aimless/
Nights in barstools/
Like the thought you/
Tried to harbor/
When time forgot you/
Your strife was all true/
But light dissolves fools/
That might alarm cruel/
Fate to spite a parched view/
I write to conquer/
My mic will arm you/
Try to start new/
And climb the scarred tomb/
Of your inner sanctum/
A sinner makes the/
Prison thank him/
For living anxious/
Simply gracious/
And dripping pain in/
The form of sweat/
Born in debt/
Existing thankless/
For tilling paydirt/
Just for change and/
I'm slipping payment/
Into the distant cradle/
You built to raise a/
Chilling fable/
Amidst simmering latent/
Filler slated/
To pierce a basement/
Hid in plain midst/
These insane mists/
Are warping minds/
Distorting lives/
And swarming my/
Cordial cries/
To hopeless lines/
Of shortened dire/
Souls that delight/
In forming sides/
I'm torn in size/
Splintered in half/
Picture a slap/
On the blistering back/
Of a rigorous wack/
Job hat doesn't dither in crap/
But lives for this knack/
God's given him that/
Leaves him itching to scrap/
Cause his lyrics/
Are pistols/
That leave him gifted and strapped/
Existing to rap/
Privy to lash/
Out with vengeance/
Slap a record/
On and stand with devilish/
Bastards repping/
A standard treachery/
Ask for reckless/
And bask in destined/
Clashes severing/
A nasty essence/
From the Master's bedroom/
Your dead soon/
And I meant to/
Respect you/
But the sense you/
Lack in measure/
Has left two/
Holes in that back of your head loose/
They beg to/
Not be passed, neglected/
But this bad impression/
Has infected/
My romantic senses/
So, clad and dressed in/
Black and pressing/
You, I laugh at your trembling/
Raise my hands and clench them/
My uncanny weapons/
Take drastic measures/
That have become natural methods/
Reach out on edges/
And grab my penance/

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