Myrmidons - "The M Forever alive" Feat. Black D.
 

that Minotaur from Minnetonka, rigor mortis, wicked author
Sigmund Freud, repressive doctor, scalpel in your seventh chakra
similar to Jimmy Hoffa, vanish in a moment's time
The last of a tribe that practiced Necromanticism overnight
cataclysm overrides responses from the central nervous
system, sense of courage, death is certain, life is polarized
western dress rehearsals,
cue the curtains & prepare for a sequel -
Chinese labor, wind beneath the wings of our American Eagle
IV antibody drips moonlight as heroin needles
associate, like midnight marriage and Paris cathedrals
Polio, lung cancer, AIDS, malaria, measles
Virgin rose beneath a scarlet letter - Barely illegal
I'm embarrassed of people. You waste away in digital bliss
computer love, Zapf knew one day all his predictions would live
Roger that, as Alpha-dogs weed out the Alpha-rats for free
sickness flourishes around us like a Pomegranate tree
hollow passion, fantasies. armor bastions, wartime strategy
Shoreline cavalry, writing rapidly, citing sources at Applebee's
burning calories, cracking mountaintops and jogging through wilderness
While I rape a Jewish maid and eat her jar of Gefilte Fish
like autumn, deciduous. Mormon Mitt-supporter, heartless polygamist
Finally found God and lost my problems in a palm of barbiturates
father, Saint Nicholas - Karma called for my addiction to hate
Before I cast the nearest kitten into Michigan Lake,
Citizen Kane, soldiers of fortunes. Trojan horse behind enemy lines
count to twenty, set it off. the M. forever alive.

That beast of burden from Bilston at ease with hurting your feelings. I sleep in search of fulfilment but it’s never attained, ‘cause my dreams are worse. I conceal them but they’re etched in my brain. Every second is plagued by the horror’s that make up my past. The resented weight of tomorrow’s. Mom’s break-up with dad. The prolonged wait that we had just to see her sectioned with neurasthenia. I wept as she was moved to theatre, but it made me a man. The changes began while I was still in school, tortured with upset, I’d filled his shoes but didn’t want to walk in his footsteps. Talking to some friends only met with pejorative hurt and yet I thought I could trust them. That stung more than their words. So I ignored it at first and tried to keep it within. I was always so nervous as to what other people would think. It’s only now I’m free to admit for too long I kept it inside. It gets no realer than this. The M forever alive.

Virgin rose beneath a scarlet letter - Barely illegal

that line was dope, the whole joint was good, not your best ive read, the storyline was missing somthing... everything else was on point.

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