11 dead, 6 wounded [day 690]
...alright, israel, I been locking in, it's six eleven a.m.
on eleven sixteen of eighteen, them numbers help to pay rent
eleven dead and six wounded was ten twenty-seven eighteen
my reserection improving each pressure point set to date me
'til I own the whole gregorian calendar, what else you got
to sacrifice to me, nine eleven flipped to election slots
when I call your name out, do not be suprised, be thankful I'm
even letting you live another breath of life since all your lies
set up in the attempt to conquer me, i.e. veci/christ
routed in vesey and church, to end my life 'less I comply
so look, what's a truce really look like, not to disconcert
what the truth really look like, one voting booth to a hearse
since u.s. is done for, I birth my nation up from
the bones of domestic u.s. black slaves you run from
the female done drowned her draws after I laid down the law
beforehand she laughd me off, if I'm dogging her, she's all-four it
being civilized never worked, demilitarized all your dirt
by blocking me from all your worth, 'til a piece of shit's all you're worth
nine twenty-five twenty-eighteen, I posted up, you notice what
I mean when I said what I mean, no doubt that my blood's cold enough...
[posted 11.6.18, 11:30 pm]