CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Cinch yourself in a wickers complex
• of steel and a stiff cryogenic
• Cuz when a long rest is your only resolution
• Best that preservation be how you execute it
• I'm an octave up from your typical recruitment
• The predominate rung of our visceral attunement
• A crude elixir but shrewd when it starts to fumigate
• I'd break Listerine's atomic binds if we'd communicate
• A pungent cistern where disgust comes to fruition
• Yet a tongue to sling a whisper through the grueling wage
• of gloom and instability
• Like a crucible through the hellish wave of Love Craft fiends
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• While you skid the grindstone, cheek to bone between breathers
• I pick my speech with a kaleidoscope to see it emerge
• I collect a tax from the seven sages who mentored me since preschool
• They owe me tabs of steady payment since I censured an evil
• at least that's more or less how the story goes
• But you're still flipping pages through an ordinary horoscope,
• While I got a resource in the form of fortune, double homonym
• Yuh link both our proportions and mine appear tenfold, omnipotent
• Crawl back to your cove of glow stick luminescence
• Your observation skills are low and pose no intervention
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