CHALLENGER'S RAP

• well, honestly if the page is,
• too difficult to embrace
• and the riddles Ive written lay
• undiscovered inside your brain
• then it's a product of limitations
• that preventing you from a way of
• explaining so your say
• the my sentences bars displayed
• don't make and sense at all but remain
• incredibly cleverly thought of way of
• sending my mesages at the nemseis is where like a trigger that's got an aim
• sent through the method of havin em hidden
• within of intricate web away
• but you're to simple you can't unweave em
• and pin me with all the blame
• maybe you're really the reason it's leading
• into confusion so you accuse of me mindless nature and instead admitting you just don't get it you stick me in side instead try to paint yourself as divine omnipotent lying its all a waste when you to tell me that I'm the lower level beside you ofcourse adjacent
• but your sky is my floor beside you ?
• i'm a different direction up high in space
• you're marianas trench is a dive away
• your just so dense in a tryed escape
• attempt you just find a way
• to ascend you try and fail
• when you're tied down with this much weight
• but i've spit for a while maybe
• ill finally just end this and tie a statement that when i've really been trying to say
• in this subliminal type of data
• the signal of rhyme in waves
• inbehind of design inteligent like it or not, it's the fictional plot at play
• you'll get slaughtered whenever you call me out and erased because the obvious thing to me is you''re noggins is hollow dead paper weight bind restrained
• and unable to fine connection left hidden in sight of face because ultimately the reason that my pieces as hard to make
• is the insuperior nature of your regarding
• the sizes of creatures brains
• if inteligence is your deficit maybe then enlighten yourself in ways
• to obtain a better height of the knowledge to fasly claim
• is all gibberish unarranged
• when stupidity is your suit it's a common applying thing
• to find yourself at a wall in the future when time again
• is repeating itself because you've still been still idle at constant pace
• better known as the bottom from what I know
• not a good poet a time left placed
• on better things then a pitiful individual fronting some kind of king
• like a tent peg in sediment with a feather expecting to rise with wings
• its an indefinite pressure to never relent or fade
• that keeps me above of your head out of sight in space undetectable while your dying embedded in vines cemented in six different feet in coniferous pine in grave
• already dead for a lack of a better phrase
• it's expected when measurement of our skillset in rivals waged
• sorry the tip of you finger when standing on top of your tippy toes find the length
• to distant to ever be within an equivelant type of stage a nephilim fucking giant just steps on you you'll in subsequent find a crater
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• as the bad guy inside of this situation with and completely just lunacy