Melody of Mayhem
I stare at this globe twisting, falling victim to sacrilege sharks & vile beasts
I’ll repeat styled in simplistic speak: we’re judged by Masonic geeks…
Unblessed by decadent freaks who confess child abusing volatile priests
People enact wild feats if need be to feed thee with proceeds laden greedy
Seedy stairways to Hell sodden knee-deep in junkie needles & faeces
A species duped by disease & plagues that cause fatigue to leagues & nations
So even the patience of Saints & Seraphs shall be broken to fractions
Words stir actions; reactions rouse sections & all types of bedlam do happen
I keep saying: “I’m thru rapping”, pissed-off with yapping in deaf ears”
Sneers of spending time perfecting rhyming arts once inscribed by the peers
Latter-day Solomon’s, knowledge seeking acumen, deepen my vision…
Lest I weaken in grim sin, hail Zion, bestow me the heart of a Lion for living
Babylon’s culture widens, her wrath is a wolf hiding clothed as a lamb
She seduces with whispers, and promises pleasures untold unto man
I felt damned in life’s session… at-least in my own deep interpretations
Wishing my eyes would flow as fountains, releasing these internal tensions
Seems I drift in dimensions sandwiched-between gentle and thick-skinned
Versus the devil - I’ll wrestle till the end…
……………………………………seeking harmony… my lips whistle in the wind