Dark Hymns (30Bars)

[Def-init]

A shallow echo whispered hymns softly,
to the children made soldiers of "The Silent Army"
"Call me a lone wolf",
a Devil’s Advocate, attracted to sin.
Ashes flow with the wind,
Intelligence so eloquent.
Yet in my country,
the cloths I wear...same price as rent.
I use my acute accent to repent.
I struggle to find clues about my origins.
Light a cigarette with butane
Drink a coffee with Wolf's Bane
In pain, I'm angry,
You need steroids to match my aggression
Consider me Sigmund Freud answering a psychoanalysis question.
An Iraq cleric making a rare public appearance.
It's hard to find a path on this unthinkable road!
The feeling is sickening when I see someone's mind narrowed!

I'm the type that never arrived to class on time.
I stayed out, played Street Fighter
and smoked weed that was sublime!
I have a grievance since my soul remains in absence
Constant brilliance, life is hindrance.
Science or substance? Grievance or Guidance?
I shall not stand for this monstrance essence
like a foreign family during the pledge of allegiance.
I'm longing for the feeling of belonging
Sadness and sorrow in a world so cold and hollow.
Madness follows the saliva I swallow.
Couldn’t comprehend light,
even if I was the son of Apollo!
Couldn’t even fly as a Cliff-Swallow.
So much weight, my shoulders ache,
I'm longing for the feeling of being loved more.
Mom, I can’t remember what it feels like.
'Tough Love' is frightening
Tricked into thinking it will keep the soul brightening...
I was born through liquid stages...Cold.
Boldly behold the newly corroded soul as it appears near the new frontier
At a crossroads I'll counter anything able interfere with me

I feel 'Louis's Logic' and his facts that
"the effect of it is that of absent father neglect"
Even though I live havoc, my ego still spits magic
With a savage lyrical thesis and blood stained creases.
Hate and love. I can’t stand this combination
I feel lied to like the single-bullet-theory
My best friend is dead, another claimed by the army
Another friend is shaking, sweating, recovering from Meth.
He sits and thinks every day alive is just another closer to death
Dad abused his power like California
Believed he was God like Allah with asthma
The alpha male with a mean demeanor unlike Buddha
Am glad he is under the flora, suffering hell's trauma
Burning in magma, bitten by cobras,
Feeling the wrath of Sparta,
contaminated with rabies holding the Magna Carta!
Mama, within dark poetry my words are considered the Mecca
This stanza is cold, consider it the tundra
It's evil, like when Microsoft created Vista!
Maybe that’s why I drink Vodka till I stumble dancing a Polka
Spending too much by way of Visa.
Sister Sarah, at least you can illuminate my spectra!

[Quix]

feel 'Louis's Logic' and his facts that
"the effect of it is that of absent father neglect"
Even though I live havoc, my ego still spits magic
With a savage lyrical thesis and blood stained creases.
Hate and love. I can’t stand this combination
I feel lied to like the single-bullet-theory
My best friend is dead, another claimed by the army
Another friend is shaking, sweating, recovering from Meth.
He sits and thinks every day alive is just another closer to death


liked that shit right thur!



nice lil key Hommme Boi!

[SacredVerse]

This isn't really my cup of tea, but I liked it. Its an excellent topical, amazing job on the mood and tone, your a pro at it. I had a hard time getting into it despite your clever wordchoice, and that was because I couldn't find a consistent flow. Good poetry, I don't know if this was what your goal was, but it's what I see.