in a safe place, a black briefcase with secure latches time to return to the one I was, submerged in pure madness the phone call I received ended with a promise made talk is made, much like the few who know me, I was taught to slay there's no chance anyone facing wrath can even hop away never happened before, never going to, and not today my friends invited over, babysitting pop stars for old time's sake, I helped them out, hidden in cop cars ...around every corner lurks a devious threat best dread the artist leaving streaked graffiti of red unless information's sought, it's immediate death I'm alert, keyed in to hearts beating in chests ...scaring myself with the repeated ease of success what I call relaxing, killers treat as a stress the hunter and the prey, a hundred to spray today going through my list, checking it twice, the bullet ballet no valet, I'm driven and the park is mine heart is keyed in to architecture of a dark design, park the line right between what you expected and the threshold of your pain neural networks engulfed in the flames when I strike, there isn't a god who can save you running though religions, seeking out a name who may do something more for you than the previous but odds are good you'll be laid out with the hedonists you're talking with a mouthful of gums and keep repeating it each thing I speak is a promise, I putting shark teeth in it keys to the castle and the king has returned match and the gasoline, I'm bringing the burn strapped to a chair, defiant in a dank basement electrified with my designed interrogation the bare bulb flickers when a question's avoided no holy water, blood and sweat is the annointment the rictus of the vindictive tendons try to escape skin I'm old testament god, they've committed a great sin somewhere between a grin and a grimace is my payback can I get an amen, my daughter the needle in this haystack retraced steps from airports to private auction emasculating Lotharios and security teams often I'm lost in the need to save the princess outside of a spot for family, my heart is where the Grinch slept instead of hope and a future, enemies lives are at stake burn them down with Salem witches, violent is hate there's no surviving the wraith whose eyes are a gate to personal hells surveying their weakness and is immersed in it well no mirth, just a trail of leftover human breadcrumbs the few left alive to send a message are short of breath, stunned so let's run the table and watch the chairman bleed vengeance is mine with racing bullets, so spare the speech

playing slip-n-slide on the bathroom floor instead of a hose, I've got puke galore you've been warned, my humidor is more than inhuman filling it again and again and it stays hollow, a storm in the ruin so conformist a union from what they pay and what my brain makes a dollar is burned at the alter whenever it is the same place a grand mal seizure of rain dance in the same hands that hold a savior give my all for a moment to chase the now, the toll is later the coldest labor, no love lost in this here endeavor holding the wheel long enough to steer to never I've got hiding places my conscience can't locate groundhog to the grindstone the second hand rotates a slow chase with no grace, my soul scrapes waiting to find the bottom of this trampoline to go safe a neck ajar, slumped against the god of porcelain needs unsatiated, an anaconda that's engorged on them adored the pen and now it's penance, fueling fires this delusional fuel admired, so cruel the choir I hear them singing to swans in the thrall of appetites swear I had a fight now I'm leaving the war unsatisfied so mad at my ways but not enough to change the outcome let alone the practices, what matters is I'm now numb a coward slumped close enough to smell yesterdays open wounds on arms, long sleeves, lead a festered maze a resume of people yelling, saying "yes you may" my precious resident settles in, and the guest awaits left to pray but God is turning a blind eye and two deaf ears to the fears causing me to try flying Daedalus editors sitting with zen repentant penmanship coax a few more scripts, I'm sitting at the edge of a cliff begging the wind to lift giving me a chance I'd never take if I jump, will nature's forces help me levitate? if heaven awaits, it's only for saint peter's rejection speech and everyone behind the gate to laugh at me, remember grief? my trembling teeth in itchy gums are not their concern let alone the hands leading this moth to the burn a monster can earn his keep, keeping the cage floor full of dead presidents, this is what I'm paid for it's not real, but was it ever? My grim cadence is syndicated I've been away for too long, my grin's the latest

racing racing racing faster chasing chasing chasing after can't let my level of adrenaline drop or allow my mind to hold the gentlest thought gunning for the final boss, ready or not pumas on my feet kept me aloft my motion stays perpetual, a video game man mapping payback in Angelina's wasteland the estimated span of my life is so short pedal to the floor and supply the blow torch speedometer needle kicks with the force to break spines the one thing I can't do is take time somewhere out there...is an antidote I'm half animal slash with cannonballs of Hannibal given another chance for this heart to pump blood just enough time to exact revenge smash defense, let the bodies hit the floor and bounce fluid draining rapidly in many amounts a body count turning abacuses into rattlesnakes nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, not even Adelaide a battle waged by a driven opponent another down, another one set to fall, bonus made them drop they were boneless, hocus pocus a mastermind with his soulless opus run into a club challenge the entire gang eyes of maniac, end it with a bang no complaints no regrets no time to take a breath no chance to make amends, ready to go and break the lens hospitals, shocking myself with brute force kick back's a mother producing a youth war hitching a ride on the back of a cop motorbike far from ready for a tag to tie this toe of mine is it too much to ask to live? or must I visit new wrath with a lust to shiv? I must admit, if the glove doesn't fit, then it's gone ready to leave it all behind, then the menace spawned a bald Megatron unloading all of his rage death tall surging, call it a craze jumper cable french kiss, lifelong friendships woozy with the hypodermic ready to end it awakening to a TV with sobering scenes retirement is permanent, or so it would seem never underestimate the desire to live a fighter surviving with his fists, weapons and wits ever seen a car ride an escalator? souped up, cruising the mall with the flavor crosshairs, done a thousand jobs of wet work enough cash to quit, done hiking my net worth batteries, transformer boxes you name it got to keep my heart racing no matter the cadence falling from the plane, no chute, the game over now to find a quarter, reboot the pain, closer

genetically modified...every part of me on a line...assembly, injected a mother, killed...raised to murder, what a thrill, trembling skills honed in a distant land of frost bow and arrows, slay the beasts to eat, tearing out hearts, holding my bloody hand aloft any would be trackers, father figure ran them off bearing a military industrial complex phantom cross when I was truly prepared, the tracking device was activated stealth mode helicopters dropped special ops, packs of sadists floodlights spilling invasively, seeking to isolate me all the better to identify me as the target for marksmen, rifles waiting my knife is pacing, back and forth from these ambidextrous hands adept at delivering death in a definite span, any weapon command is mine for the taking, heart racing running from a darkened satan contagion in a three piece suit and heels, suitably evil, blood congeals been hiding for too long, time to find her location and name, what's the deal? somehow found, awakened in a jumpsuit, the captain plays Tenille I'm mumbling, feigning helplessness, going in for sympathy's embrace a snapped neck for the disposal, emergency sirens cover the base armed guards flooding my cell, or training dummies brought to life to die now? submission holds, now holding a gun, all the soldiers lie down eyeballs hiding behind microphones and closed circuits are panicking a killing machine bridging the gap between instinct and my mechanic shrieks the door's ajar, I'm slipping out to the thrum of loudspeakers and army boots too fixated on surviving to concern myself with any charming ruse just there, shadows cast on the wall guide me to a ventilation duct easier to avoid than waste energy on those with guns raising up my bare feet slap the cold cement with enough drive to keep me away trying to unravel the puzzle pieces, maternity wards with evil arrays beast and the prey, time for a dizzying role reversal, set it here somewhere between the temporal lobe and heightened lively of my hemispheres flickering synapses stutter attack modes in advanced throes and killshots looking for any method of escape, standing above the hilltop a trapped daughter of Blackwater and manslaughter, advanced, thought of a plan, caught up in vans, solemn with hands, acknowledging all of them stand a world amalgamated from tomes dog eared and outdated betrayed by the very one who claimed to hold me close, now facing the proud patient, the sole success story from her mechanical womb the miserly matron's mortality facing the grim reaper's manacles soon in a strange land festooned with the surreal and abandoned, the end begins they killed the one man who explained my reason for being condemned to win high heels tap carnival ride sleepers, in search of a masterpiece but these brushstrokes are bristles which made genetic traits that slash and bleed an immaculate beast hidden inside of my inconspicuous form the calm marching in death's valley, calling forth the wickedest storm Let me be clear, this isn't a war, it's a prisoner understanding its bars living off the land and instincts, all the while planning to march a funeral dirge for the beautiful lies enchanted by her woven web building the perfect killing machine, indeed, but never knowing the ledge

For a dinner of tasty brats crazy cops chased me 80 blocks In a baking hot black and gray Fiat that maybe got 3 miles to the gallon with a baby cot So I sit back and pray that I’m way beyond Their wavelength and bandwidth Cause San spits acidic to limit the mimics whenever it is my hand twists Wrist is listless, holding a cancerous lance Your surviving? There’s no chance of it man, abandon your plan I’m a tarantula, cramping your lack of style here So fear the guy in disguise piping in Zamfir with the grand beard No wizard is needed Whenever Stephen speaks it, heed it with the quickness Otherwise, find your ears bleeding Your simple rimes move units but never brain cells My lyrics are trained to maim well whenever the pain dwells As for the rest, they fell and never recovered never mind an upholstery store man, my sentiment’s rougher So let an upstanding member of society cold rip it up once The mastodon Cornelius, draining all of your trust funds Crush crumbs to subatomic powder for Susan Powter to Snort Filth Anselmo with suede Velcro, mouth for the war Now to repoire, I’ve done it all. Abundant and then some My Marianas Trench tongue outlook is deep It gets deep enough to drown nine leviathans My arrival has rivals unraveling with my style, grim Tremble in denial, hope the teeth whitening distracts Chips flying in the air, enamel snowstorm collapse My cohort is stacked with enough to crush your speakerboxes I breath apocalypse to bleed you novice novelists Hobbling hobnobbing authors offer a slaughter dose Got you calling an audible, drowned out in the crowd’s roars I’ll take you out in three, no need for round 4 Adidas purple cordura forums, your crown, torn A lowly rival wanted his Doleac trophy back I told him hit the road on all fours and a Moby hat There’s no rehab from the sickness which my mind inflicts Addictive riming schemes, saliva screams, it’s kind of sick Got psychiatrics looking at me like it’s time to tick And I’m the bomb, ready to detonate in a riming blitz Tonight it is the proper time to let them all know. I’ll cut fast, but in the replay, they’ll fall slow Appalled at the show with Paltrow in a Volvo I wait for all these dinosaurs, will they evolve? No. My riming is a sword forged in a torturous rage Forced, the unfortunate step and it’s more for the grave. I’m at war with the page, trying to drown it in the blackest ink Soon enough it succumbs to the one…in half a blink. A tattered wing from a fallen angel provides the pen. Fort Wayne to wherever you call home, invite him in.