48 lines

from the start I’ll laser etch

a sacred death in phrases stretched through ravens necks

colder than a glacial breath

in Satans steps with bayonet scripts

my cadence bends

like pagan winds through data grids

N ancient texts, which paints regret

with razors wet from slayin’ threats

in jade Tibet, which makes my soul

a forge of omen scripts

coded glyphs & loaded clips

 

for your info in a warships pit

where lores encrypted

over crypts explosive wit & my focus rips through lotus myths & solar shifts that controls the pitch

of oceans' hymns and open rifts

through soldiers limbs is where

I wrote this diss, forcing me

to mold existence… stitch the sky

with plasma yarn & battle scars

 

N makes my chants

alarm The Wrath of Gods

who scatter stars in shattered jars

the path is dark, tracks thru marsh

with dragons carved in acid-tar

which masks my heart in blackened art from planets carved in casket bars

 

it helps me breathe

in frequencies that feast on

weakened types preach to creeps beneath the streets where reapers keep disease in pipes

especially if your thesis’s bleak

or U choose to speak to me of beef

as I peel your screams from fetal beams with demon lights

that heat regimes

with speech that seethes and bites

I’ll breach your dreams

 

which makes it clear

B4 you ever breach my weakest lines

you'd need to dine with Jesus twice then deep-sea dive beneath the reef

to reach the beast with eagle eyes

because I speak in steeples

seethin’ rites where demons

teach thru fevered rites

and like Caesars knife, my ink

bleeds thru legal binds

with lethal strikes.