well....
my mind double dutches across majesties
and paints vast wordplay
on the tile of broken mind tapestries
all the while investing quality time
towards the new version of the soon burnin
train wreck travesties
what really matters see
is the devoted time chucked
to express the mind mass clutter fucked
in certain abrupt past time battle scenes
but the mass cattle slaughter scheme
has past time over hand to feed
the plot that rattles me
to strattle steam it often seems
is the only mass produced way
to actually battle me
now to enhance the mind battery
mass consumption of a fresh squeezed coffee bean
is the most accepted drink offering
now it often seems
the verbal assault thing
keeps softening
may i properly suggest your heavy invest
into a more stable form of tounge sharpening
the 50 lashed dreams
bring a certain form of brain larceny
to arrest the jargon
and hold content a grand glossary
is a familiar scene brought back from death
that far from seems a distorted serene
form of life for me
with onset hostilities it all but brings forth
the new product of self esteem conditories
now upon major preset priorities
this sacred state was way before
carved upon me by ancient lapidories..
and...
this...
is...
my...
battle story

I vs I