Quote Originally Posted by ChristO View Post
shit grenades tossed at fit brigades
lost in pits for days, dogs done sniffed for days
searching for clues, persons on news
cold cased-up, frozen in time, surf the old news
the burials of the truths, no hurry to prove who dunnit
no posters saying "wanted", the system don't really want it
my seed on not in a stomach, I feed into being hunted
same time, what I need I prey for, I turned the hunter...
while my brother turns the hunter, I learn to suffer
the burning man on deserted sands
turn the clock on a perfect hand,
gods purchase thoughts as the service demands
converse on plots and imperfect plans,
as the surface chips and rots bishops build monuments to false accomplishments
towers topple,
spread across continents when I spit Oz winds
twins chopped still inkblot charted quadrants,
each fifth is a Sergeant, insuring his six is guarded
refine print,
build my borns quick before the cipher's final tick has started