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Courtroom






The fist is fragile/
But it allows you/
To kick and trample/
These bitches faster/
Than if you had to/
Simply vaccuum/
All your anger with quick devalued/
Slips of sad truth/
You simply handed/
Your victor's answers/
To as they were skipping past you/
This mission has to/
Be crisp and handled/
With slick detachment/
And a sickening rabid/
Need for lifting rabbits/
From their hat's to be delicious samples/
For others who would think to quit and tackle/
You, insipid rascals/
Kill these assholes/
With flaming rhetoric/
Changing detriments/
That stayed impediments/
To your raging energy/
For too long into unbreaking sentences/
Taking enemies/
And fileting desolate/
Bitter minds/
With killer rhymes/
And splitting lines/
Of archaic sentiments/
With displays of penmanship/
That embrace your eminence/
My blade is endless in/
Countless best brazen seller's lists/
I forsake the settlements/
Of insanely festering/
Former aching bretheren/
And I crave the death of them/
Traitors, send them in/
I'll just make them better men/
The play is set to spin/
On the stage we bled to win/
My mace unsettled them/
Because it's made of letters and/
The tastes of clever winds/
Unknown to the pasty trembling/
Angsty feathery/
Wastes of sentiment/
Occupying fake and deadened skin/
It's too late to enter in/
To harmoniousness/
Although we miss it/
I'm growing this mix/
Of loneliness with/
Imposing interests/
To slowly exist/
With you again, the only misfits/
That could hold the eclipse/
On the slope we dismissed/
Cozy in trysts/
And exposing the mists/
We were groping in just/
As the potent, quickest/
Way we/
Could be escaping/
The enslaving/
Of the frozen abyss/
Broken and slit/
I'll make you choke on your shit/
So welcome/
To the hell of/
My courtroom/
Smell the /
Roses and your doom/
The horn you/
Blow is dead from/
Your own fumes/
Now I implore you/
To snort loose/
Vials/
Of your vital/
Cocaine/
You no brained/
Poor nuis-/
Ance/
A truant/
From stupid/
And useless/
Reform schools/
I've got a short fuse/
And you're more due/
Than ever/
For a lesson/
So don't sever/
That cord glued/
To the door you/
Can't shut/
Cause bad luck/
Has a home zoom/
And that much/
Crammed up/
Ash from/
An explosive temper/
Has a potent message/
For you boasting gremlins/
So man up/
As I load two/
Bullets and chamber them/
Away with friends/
You tried to be, aimless depths/
Of betrayal left/
Me angry, bent/
Out of shape, waving threats/
Around like a shameless wretch/
And maybe then/
I would've of played the blessed/
One and made an eff-/
Ort to make amends/
But now, fuck this crazy dent/
In the pages kept/
Out from my time here, plaguing wrench/
Thrown by miscreants/
Fuck how this began/
I'm whipping this/
Out, I've paid my debt/
So let's play again/
While my thoughts are optimal/
I've got my arsenal/
Of truth and honest flow/
So let's be smooth, lock and load/
But you two have got to know/
That when you lose just walk and show/
That you knew you were impossible/
And this avenue was a rocky road/
But if you choose to stop at go/
And try to collect/
You'll regret/
The move you mocked with so/
Just cruise and all of those/
Promises/
Will remain lost in this/
Haze of parlor tricks/
And garnishes/
In my conversations/
But I never stopped the hatred/
Do not remain in/
My sphere if you want to take in/
Another breath as you contemplate this/
Path you were all mistaken/
To trod in lazy/
Do not awaken/
My calmest nature/
Because I will not remain in/
This honored state if/
You talk with blazing/
Words, I'll stomp and mangle/
Your modest banal/
Physique/
With these/
Armor plated/
Fists and nod with favor/
As your heart bobs in caved in/
Chest cavities/
You've met powering/
Force so don't be awash in pain for/
Too long/
Your moves are/
Almost clocked and waning/
So come knock and claim these/
Lies, I'm cocky, waiting/


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