H. Notikand Halfkutt
To put it lightly;
In my right hand, skyscrapers and mountains collide
In my left nestle the people in search of a place to hide
When it all started…my anger boiled pots twice over
Filling my lungs with hostile breath, kidneys distraught; life’s over…
But there it was…A guiding light flying high at night
With a shine so bright, the stars inspired to be alike this vibrant sprite
An angel of beauty, her displays amazed an confused me
Impeccable designs of glamour encased her body, soothing
Music moved me out of the darkness surrounding my soul
I’ve drowned in this role of playing perfect so now I control
All the love I give to naysayer’s who claim danger is coming
And when it hits…I’ll turn my back as they remain smothered
Posion’ll cover the toys’n joys of children once unknown
So please, quickly…run home cuz I can’t stand the cries anymore
The violence and gore is overpowering, so WHO cares if I try anymore…
Good intentions are fine and dandy until you take me for granted
Abuse amounted to friendships ending with no ways to manage
The evil existence I’ve become…A genius, eclipsed in lies’n rum
Once generous to many but now my time confides in guns…
Resting on my head, should I bite the bullet or fight to pull it
This is good gone bad, I really wish I lived life like I should of
two hands damage and conceal,
ravage and rebuild with glass cannons standing in grassy fields
challenge commanders lacking skills,
conscript inhabitants with classic stances and clandestine kills
strike capital heights and vanish in hills,
while the planet is still I program androids with my voices and will
the mad doctor begins, darts and rivets
artificial skin and hardened limbs living carbon existences
powered by huge pens,
my two dark apprentices march tremendous
their storage bins are reported as infinite,
hordes of algorithims gallop across digital images
marked by integers,
immortal kombatants are bomb blasts and hand-carved finishers
land shark in portals and plains,
chop forests to blaze and assault fortresses with four hundred grains
washing upon shores in spades,
we are warriors of a golden age assuring the glory of our horrible names
I embrace my nature and deserve to burn, warped by these flames...
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