Saint
01-16-2018, 12:32 AM
"M-Pyre-i-Kill" (Posted 9-29-99 at 10:04 AM EST)
Death,
Darkness enveloping with no sparks developing
Black cloak wrapped around me like a package with cellophane
Now I'd settle for a "half-life" similar to "Atom"
Before Eve trapped in a stasis that's criminal for bad men
There's a better place in sight if Edgar Cayce's right
Waiting to reincarnate is a beggar's greatest plight
I can still be famous and haunt men til the end of time
Death is just a jaunt but when present I'm still sublime
If life is but a dream than I'm awoken from slumber
After provoking thunder wondering if I'll be smoking down under
Cause in a choice between the Pearly Gates world of fakes
I'd surely ache to taste tongues of flame, the same unfurled by drakes (dragons)
Just to see if there's a Satan or a demon Beelzebub
With screams and squeals of love that make me fiend for deals in blood
See if my dick could still get hard I'd have to spray the clouds with urine
Doubts stay current SIN-ce I wiped my ass with the Shroud of Turin
Wait what the "hell" am I saying Lucifer's trying to tempt me
Trapped and feeling empty hopin there's time to circumvent greed
Heaven sent seeds of doubt formed in the place my brain sat
During life but this is death no more breath to leave on stained glass
Mpire
u.w.s.d.w.f.
"Now this is DOPE" (Posted 10-12-99 at 10:54 PM EST)
This is gonna be for a collab with Dialekt formerly known as Abacus. From the perspective of the needle/drug...
I've staken my claim to any man achin with pain
Forsakin the flame seein many lives taken in vein
I lay in wait with no shame cause I'm bakin the brain
Taken in haste I break the sane with a wake for the slain
Thirst slaked on the stain of a tear lake when the name
Of a baby who's bane made his father break in the lane
Hell it's hard to really see it's the self where harm dwells
When it's heartfelt a scar tells a guard dealt with cartels
The arm that held the needle had more holes than a barn's gelds(geldings)
This yarn tells in the end my friend who bought the farm sells
I have many redeeming qualities with potent side effects
Deprived of stress described at best I bet disguised I thrive in necks
Alive to guess or died at rest want the truth with consequences?
Even Mensa's bomb defenses get erased when common sense is
Misplaced as pulses race I'm wastin calm interventions
Displacing all inner tensions replacing them with resentment
Peace.
Mpire
u.w.s.d.w.f.
Death,
Darkness enveloping with no sparks developing
Black cloak wrapped around me like a package with cellophane
Now I'd settle for a "half-life" similar to "Atom"
Before Eve trapped in a stasis that's criminal for bad men
There's a better place in sight if Edgar Cayce's right
Waiting to reincarnate is a beggar's greatest plight
I can still be famous and haunt men til the end of time
Death is just a jaunt but when present I'm still sublime
If life is but a dream than I'm awoken from slumber
After provoking thunder wondering if I'll be smoking down under
Cause in a choice between the Pearly Gates world of fakes
I'd surely ache to taste tongues of flame, the same unfurled by drakes (dragons)
Just to see if there's a Satan or a demon Beelzebub
With screams and squeals of love that make me fiend for deals in blood
See if my dick could still get hard I'd have to spray the clouds with urine
Doubts stay current SIN-ce I wiped my ass with the Shroud of Turin
Wait what the "hell" am I saying Lucifer's trying to tempt me
Trapped and feeling empty hopin there's time to circumvent greed
Heaven sent seeds of doubt formed in the place my brain sat
During life but this is death no more breath to leave on stained glass
Mpire
u.w.s.d.w.f.
"Now this is DOPE" (Posted 10-12-99 at 10:54 PM EST)
This is gonna be for a collab with Dialekt formerly known as Abacus. From the perspective of the needle/drug...
I've staken my claim to any man achin with pain
Forsakin the flame seein many lives taken in vein
I lay in wait with no shame cause I'm bakin the brain
Taken in haste I break the sane with a wake for the slain
Thirst slaked on the stain of a tear lake when the name
Of a baby who's bane made his father break in the lane
Hell it's hard to really see it's the self where harm dwells
When it's heartfelt a scar tells a guard dealt with cartels
The arm that held the needle had more holes than a barn's gelds(geldings)
This yarn tells in the end my friend who bought the farm sells
I have many redeeming qualities with potent side effects
Deprived of stress described at best I bet disguised I thrive in necks
Alive to guess or died at rest want the truth with consequences?
Even Mensa's bomb defenses get erased when common sense is
Misplaced as pulses race I'm wastin calm interventions
Displacing all inner tensions replacing them with resentment
Peace.
Mpire
u.w.s.d.w.f.