Watch the Doctor's fist of philosophy,Originally Posted by Bronze Feet
kicks drop degrees,
calmly,
I stitch sweating proctors with hot needles
cook products on Nautilus machines and chop cheese with copper beetles
we concoct breeds of Gods,
spread disease as I talk,
SECTIONS of ink broadened by my screen's offerin'
Icarus' grieving father, collecting wings from the seething waters
net in hand, had a mission
standing tall over petty commands and offers, he felt the sickness whisperin'
as if he were the mirror's twin being steered by whim
not everything that appears, exists
even what I see and hear can be twisted
short of LUCID, no more DIVINE, babylon can't fool ya
add FATHER's EQUALITY taped off by the straightest RULER
...school's out,
I ruled in doubt as an unnamed object highly classified
hold chisels and hammers right,
for me there is no passage of time, your life is the blink of an eye
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