DEFENDER'S RAP

• ​I know what I saw, and I know what I heard, it’s a fatal occurrence,
• anybody on the fence is vacant and void of a rational permanence.
• No way of facing it, basically that’s the state I’m in, welcome to alienation, placing my whole placement in this situation of craziness. Yes, I’m cognizant
• of how I sound pronouncing what seems preposterous.
• Condescend all you want, but I cannot stop it, no more than I can explain it remaining in my subconscious every shadow has a form, in every wind I hear a whisper,
• constant presence near me, there’s an orb in every picture
• There’s no surefire way to know that I’m okay, when the fire’s in the sky at night and brighter than the light of day.
• I wait to face whatever event eventually occurs, wondering what’s at work, what sort of energy emerges
• standing next to me: a semi-human essence, no frame of reference, no point of entry or an exit.
• Where’d they go? Where do they come from in the first place?
• To materialize in front of my eyes, then disappear at a worse pace.
• Is my mind playing tricks? A bend in the realms of sanity?
• Imagining my own reality? I’m caught in the thoughts of my vanity.
• Continual confusion. Illusions. Am I delusional?
• When I solve the puzzle, in comes another inscrutable element to the mystery. Never will we admit defeat,
• but that don't mean we understand the experiences we dream.
• I’m unable to summarize or fit the pieces together,
• scattered in the mumbles of those who retain the answers.
• It’s drastically dragging me down to a level unsettling,
• Heaven help me, I’m telling myself that this isn’t mental.
• But how is it physical? No answer has fit the bill.
• Got a grimace to exhibit, uncertain, pull the proverbial curtain.
• Things have worsened, waking up to red eyes staring, undetermined source of sorts. A shape able to morph.
• A flutter of black wings in the dark; a tour de force.
• Something otherworldly, perhaps interdimensional.
• A siren or a sentinel; the watchers have assembled.
• The truth beneath the dream, prophetic experiences I need to be
• a part of for a higher cause—or none of this means a damn thing.
• Don’t assume that your ass can’t and won’t be roasted on the spot.. Sidgnosis, U the type to take hours to reply, then post shit rhymes not even somewhat decent lines
• here’s my ten cents in a sentence: planning powerful plots with bad intentions to keep the world detained in my detention B4 I kick it off it's axis and watch as it disappears
• into the blackness of a galactic practice I'm staring down at earth in vengeance, preparing revenge with no repentance