The Pilgrimage

[Def-init]

I'll start this pilgrimage...in damnation
Battle-stations, I'm ready with "bayonet and saber-stroke."
Behold the fierce trumpet and rolling drums awoke.
Folks, it's a rush...when wild battles clash.
A man-at-arms suddenly sounds the night's alarm.
Thought's so ageless won't withdraw the chainsaw from a nameless maw
When I "Step in to a world", like 'KRS' I show dominance
Abundant bitterness eclipses the glimmering of greatness
Not far from a vivid avatar I seek to witness
Ever seen a body convulse...
To the rhythm of a heart's fast paced pulse
Cause of thoughts that were cherished, turning out false?
Sudden spasm shakes the frame, a sound devouring as flame
A shame, thoughts alter perception like a transvestite on the cross
My seed, lost. My soul, crawls across 'bars' and pours out 'sauce'
As a woman hide's the unborn, so precise, secretly it has me and my soul torn
My Ex...Hung from a tree...the device...my unborn's umbilical cord
Glory of the rich...beyond dreams. I seek justice...But 'Just' screams, not 'ice'
I'm Canadian...With crimson and white in the banner
In an 'arch manner' with adjustable spanner
What I am you can't alter, alone or kneeing at the altar
But still...'Def' bows before no deities!!!
Piss's in galleries, shits on boundaries, lined...
With things considered the greatest of mankind
My mind seeks degrees, but is too high for the syllables to shine
The dawn dissolves in tears beyond this gloomy atmosphere.
A far-off vision gazing clear shuts us out with doubt and fear
Life is a perpetual lease with odorous peace
I've committed so many atrocities I'm a veteran
Why the fuck would I want my name mentioned?
Burn down 'great chambers', I aint talkin about Solomon's tomb
I mean the liquid cavern of the womb where life comes out screamin
I'm talkin about a crescent moon up high when you're under a bitches blouse
The bong I burn in my own house,
As I 'feel', a nation with tears that cries with us!
I'm talkin about Bush marching orders that divided us
A Soldier on the ground...the sound, a wounded hound
For overpriced oil and a free nations crown
Obama is cheered throughout the world, is that fame?
Can he remove the blackening stains?
Can he sweep away the remains, of what once was into the sea?
An insanity plea, to live life free without an admission fee
Damn...that burns to the third degree, a car in the wall at grand prix
Your name on a list of deportee's or heaven without even Ghundi

[Mac]

To Be Honest, I Only Read Like Half Of This Piece, If That. It Was Just Boring, It didn't Keep My Interest. Only Thing I Can Honestly Say Is It Had Good Imagination And Detail. This seems More Poetic To Me, cuz In The Half That I Read, There Wasn't Many Rhymes There. Could Just Be me Though I Guess.

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