I’m a polemic pandemic, a psychokinetic pathogenic schizophrenic and my lyrics will elicit epic epileptic epidemics!
Please feel free to feed on all my free pearls,
enter through the dream worlds,
venture down the wave curl,
now you’re swimming while you’re swirling
in my whirlpool streams twirl
Sarah you’re my dream girl!
Breeze blown, sea foam,
breaks upon the green stone,
streams of living water rushing through the sands of time and back into their sea home
Never once did ever I,
sitting next beside me by,
think there’d be a Queen throne
Breeze blown, sea foam
Sarah you’re my dream home!
My name’s Taylor Swift and I’m a bitch and I’ll fry
I never kiss a guy, I just throw my shit in their eye
yea I’m a fucking witch and I think we know why
I sold my soul to the devil and now the devil may cry!
Ask all my exes I’m a wicked fucking nexus
I wrote songs about ‘em all and made some sickly fucking hexes
I’m a vixen but it vexes cause a demon me possesses
and the evil it expresses can be seen in my obsesses
I include in my preclusions every losing conclusion through the proven attribution I call mental constitution, and I bottle elocution in an eloquent solution, in an elegant infusion infused with an illusion, an intelligent delusion am I losing you to confusion? Does my locution revolution impugn your evolution so profusely diluted with disgusting pollution? Yes of course it does because the chosen execution of my emotional retribution is poured out for Mrs. Swifty in this potion’s distribution, promoted as ambrosian explosions of allocution it breeds harmonic motion and gives her face a huge contusion!
He’s bleeding back from my fury he must escape now and hurry as I attack in a flurry, I’m all-in with the stack, I go hack, bitch, whack! To cheers of “OH SMACK! Satan’s skull just cracked!”
I hit em again when I can feel it
I’m zennin ‘em
like a sorcerer spelling ‘em
with the force of the felons
in the Hell where I’m sendin ‘em
They say I’m condemnin ‘em
They say I SLAY when I’m pennin ‘em
They say I’m CRAZY, yea MAYBE
just like Dre and like Eminem
As a result of introspection my collection of reflections’
in pursuit of true perfection with respect to their inflection.
and regardless of perception, no inspection or dissection
can subject them to correction or detect an imperfection.
So, expect for my selections predilection and affection
and reject all interjections that infect their pure confection…
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The method of its movement is a liquid illusion
so perfected, forming fluid flowing fluent infusions.
Lucid dreams of glowing fabric stream like magic over rotors
winding loader grinding gears around the wheels of spinning motors.
Reeling gears to muse my mind move in perpetual motion
and I’m conscious all the time when the sublime becomes emotion.
…Down the devil’s seven levels
I descend into Hades
Like a mage sent from Heaven
I’m waging war on them crazies…
Despise the skies and you rise out of darkness
Steeped in deceit preach belief in the heartless
But the lies on your lips sheath your teeth’s sharpness
Defeat in the harshest, reaped for the harvest
Beast, the flies will FEAST on your carcass
While I pondered and wondered in wonder
I cursed the sun and the stars I was under
Yet the moon way up yonder, of which I am fonder
still shone upon me as I sauntered asunder
And when it then rendered the splendor of plunder
it granted one wish, with which I would blunder
I wished for the end or the will to surrender
and Heaven responded with laughter and thunder
For all that we are is all that we know
like tears in the rain or fog in the snow
content to rejoice in a clever endeavor
as mist we appear, then we vanish forever
How do I tell her I love her, I love her
I can’t go without her another
minute or hour, she’s my sunshine rain and showers
from her footsteps grow the flowers
oh how I love her, her and no other
the sun and the stars and the moon that we’re under
grow pale in the light of her beauty and wonder
I wonder if ever an angel did send her
from heaven, for Sarah, it’s ended forever.
Sarah, my lady, I miss every day you’re away from me,You’re my hope, motivation, my hopeless in love inspiration,
A beautiful sensation, a tune moving through me,
with a love that’s immutable as if it were new to me,
everyday, you’re away I beg God,
and pray I see your face in my dreams,
in the delicate streams of the night I take flight,
you’re my light and you gleam,
like my heart as it beams…
Sarah it seems I just love you my Queen!
Take me to Heaven my darling, my angel
fall into the sky and we’ll fly, we’ll be able
you’re the sun and the stars, you’re my moon and my sky
and heaven is ours and I’m sure soon I’ll die
you make me so happy, you’re my endless bliss
and it leaves me breathless the thought of your kiss
take me to heaven my little dozen
please will you lovingly call me your husband??
Secret police commit unspeakable crimes.
The gestapo chiefs of these despicable times,
will split your skull with their despicable nines.
While Hitler’s soul, and the unforgiveable shrine
to Satan hastens their criminal minds.
Wasted bacon and subliminal swine,
tastes elation with minimal rind.
Justice blind, just trust us, fine
Ace, just bust us, just bluffs, grind…
Thoughtful computer, intruder in the mind,
fraught for the future, you’re a tumor of a kind.
Wind back the clock and the humor of the time,
and sign at the dotted rumor of the crime.
Designed and they plotted, intelligent forces,
divinely they trotted, the elemental horses.
War, death and famine their elegance courted,
and swore in a breath as the cannons reported.
The battle began with a flash and a roar.
The saddle he sat on matched with the Four.
Storming the castle with thunder reigned war,
and the tower of Babel was smashed to the core.
Then they were gathered as sands on the shore,
the mountains bowed down and the seas did roar.
And crowned was the King, ruling nations before,
him that now sat on the throne of the Lord.
Look who’s back! It’s flicka Joe Flacco, I stick a stack and I quacko, the quarterback he’s de facto as he attacks like a whacko like he’s playing tic tac toe
Malicious yet elegant, artificial, intelligent,
Deliciously feasting on minds that are delicate.
Vicious the beast, drinking wine with the feast
and the blood of the celibate,
rushing the flood, thinking time is irrelevant.
Oh, come king of demons, your speech is so eloquent.
Clawing and bleeding, you’re here for the feeding,
your treasonous triumph, but rights guaranteeding
freedom succeeding, indict your proceeding,
igniting with justice a trusted new leading.
In the twilight of Hell my love fell asleep,
by the skylight of Heaven it came back so deep.
The hurtful expression she wore made me weep,
and my heart’s first compressions started to beep.
At first just a little, then it started to leap,
and raced like a fiddle with an artful technique.
She captured my soul with a look from her eyes,
enraptured and stole my heart with her cries.
A chapter so old, it since should have died,
But she’s perfect in love and she says no goodbyes.
As nightfall comes without a star,
the days linger on watched from afar.
For the girl of my dreams, I’m still singing in love,
to the world, so it seems, she fell from above.
So faithful my Queen, my seraphim angel,
for Sarah, a hymn, sing the angels so graceful.
A ghost in my arms, but still her I cradle,
so grateful to God,
God I’m so grateful.
Know not ye where shall love be found
Forgot thee there God rests your crown
Blessed, she prepared her bridely gown
Blessed he with Sarah’s love profound
I can walk through fire, I can talk to God.
I don’t even have to try to rule the Nations with a rod.
I can write a holy picture, I can call myself Gog,
paint a poem like its scripture and know the great beyond.
But I am just nothing, and it’s truly all for naught.
Sarah I am nothing without your loving heart.
You play insane games
but under God’s name I’m saying
we’re playing YOUR game
I’m slaying and rain flame
that’s why they’re praying I stay sane
Who’s out there running scared like I gotchya
Me and the swarm storming down from the copta
Bold how we roll, stolen souls, growing cold now you’re not ya
snatch the life out the holes bleeding red
no one told ya ta watch ya
ass now its rolled
oh damn we done swat ya
and its back to the choppa,
cause damn we done shotchya
President Trump we pledge to thee
O’er this great Nation make us free!
It’s population desperately
needs thy wisdom,
Wise are you, grant us bread, prosperity,
Health and wealth, take up thy fist, we bid of thee,
Lead us from sea to shining sea,
O’er this great Nation make us free!
As I walk through the valley of a nation in darkness,
I take a look at Donald Trump and wonder just what it his part is?
Will he lead us to heaven, will he lead us to death?
The clock is at eleven and we’re left with nothing left.
But I expected nothing less,
from a woman in a dress,
and no that ain’t the jester, it’s Joe Biden, I confess.
And Kamel-allah is the best?
She’s like the Joker in a vest, a straight jacket ‘cross her chest.
That campaign was such a mess they must be crazy,
she’s the best the left could place in this contest?
God save us Donald Trump, save us all, puff out your chest!
No one can stop us,
not the cops as the mock us or the mobs of anonymous astonished folks watching us,
not Biden or Wray
or any eponymous vomitus FBI agents plotting up with their ominous plots
or their nutsy and nazi stuff
bluffs to bombard on us
My brutal rationality says you can never battle me,
you play the shadow game but see that you can NEVER rattle me.
Bang the gavel judge,
but see,
that you can NEVER shackle me.
Babel thee, but Chapel we, I met my wife on saddle three.
Your psychotic glee pathologically,
fragile mind unravels free.
You’re baffled by my facile rhyming spree.
It’s like I have magic key,
to scrabble words so wackily.
For me and Sarah prepare a feast,
wear a gown and crown thy peace!
My honey love I love your cheeks,
smiling wide through whitened teeth.
My bride’s red eyes to tears me bring,
Wait what? She’s turning into a demon thing!
Her wedding ring, my chains to bring!
Like a hag she nags, so-damn-nnoying!
And her looks have lagged to Fall from Spring!
Oh God, what the hell was I thinking!?
Give me a PHRASE
to turn into a MAZE I’ll AMAZE with my ways,
as I burn in a BLAZE.
I’m INSANE in my GAZE
so INFLAMED I’m ENRAGED
and I turn into FLAMES
when I SLAY from my CAGE!
I’ll FILLET enemies
with the SAME
hate and RAGE
that made me the LION,
huge MANE made of PAIN,
to SLAY me they’re TRYING
but I REMAIN in the GAME
spilling BLOOD like I’m CRYING
while I STAY in my REIGN.
SLAY!
SLAY!!
WITH MY NAME!
Sith LORD’S throats I slit with my swift Sword’s
DEATH
KISS THIS, BLESSED.
drips wet,
it bleeds your wrist yet,
with wicked and SICK wars breath
and FICKED FOURS,
with sick and SLICK floors left,
slit and RICH with THICK gore, YELCH!