SiferBorn
Doctor's Note
Reborn in form and name,
call my page agent orange,
a skeleton's blaze encased with flesh torn and stitched
foreign appendages,
half burned, murmur and twitch
half murderer, my axes service the innocent
half cursed, my family were John's Baptists at first
until James awakened my ravenous thirst to gather knowledge
a blind god, my crying Father
he inspired me to slaughter college sheets,
taught me to read leaves and know Death is the daughter of Sleep
even Peter Parker leaves Venom to breathe,
a bitter criminal,
sinister in deed but divisible by three
sixty thieves killed by a scorpion's sting built by Morpheus' regime
skilled performances at high speeds,
my pores bleed ink as Funk Doctors monitor me
militant sports on green boxes,
give little gloves red rings, bogus warranties and lobotomies,
some would call me one stop shopping, half prodigy
dark knotty wires are attached and I half watch the proceedings
one hand chopped and half seamed,
often I have no breath,
half dead bodies giving the illusion of consciousness and esteem
lost in the havoc of launched dreams,
a God's bombs drop static,
charged plastic demons doing battle with black fleets
track my blood and seed through potholes in Chicago's streets,
plot points and fees for shots, voices and live feeds
in life we arrive screaming
accepting of treacherous lies and scheming,
our connections leave us blind to the minds behind the screens
wipe the mic clean,
play wires and strings during third encounters with paupers and kings
pawns pause and dodge lethal blades,
bishops bleed for knaves and skeleton keys are locked away on destiny's estates
impeccably weighted with impressive arrays and reams of data,
killa beez become LZRS, beams and ray guns
my once-dead taste buds detect layers of corruption,
take my tongue with dull and half-done instructions,
craft mud men that lack love and practice savage destruction...
*maniacal laughter fades*
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Originally Posted by H.Notik
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