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I’m deadly and dangerous, changing the arrangements,

Arranging the strangers in graveyards and pavements.

Who shot ya? The plot watches the top notches,

I’m sipping Scotch in the cockpit with stopwatches.

I’m the Enemy, mentally sending 'em ten degrees,

Below zero, killing a hero for remedies!

I reign supreme, staying clean in a gray machine,

Slapping a magazine in the back of a stage scene

A lyrical miracle pivoting physically, literally pitting 'em bitterly and critically.

It’s macabre, the author is robbing the proper offerings,

Clobbering coppers and locking 'em in the locker ring!

I’m monstrous, consciously stomping the prompter,

A bomb launcher honestly swamping the monster!

check the optics, I’m toxic, the plot thickens.

I’m the anomaly. Philosophically honestly.

I’m observing the prophecy while I’m robbing the policy

Absorb the photosynthesis, photo-sin-of-this, foe-to-sys-the-hiss,

I’m throwing megaliths, mega-lifts, make-a-list.

Indeed they breeze with ease, breathe-the-seas, freeze-the-degrees,

And shred appendages, shred-the-vintages, shred-the-images.

fixing the deficit, fix-in-the-deaf-is-it, fix-in-the-death-it-sit,

And uncripple the residents, un-triple-the-precedents,

un-ripple-the-evidence , U R spitting written embezzlement,

spit-in-rhythm-bezzle-meant, I’m sick and malevolent,

seek-a-me-level-it, stick-in-the-element! I’ll heal you on the microphone, heal-your-micro-bone, heal-the-cycle-throne,

Because my pen is cilin (Penicillin), pen-is-killin’, pen-is-ceilin’.

The antibiotic logic is chaotic, I’m the pilot,

I vessel through the vitals until the virus is silent!

It’s never ending like the universe, new-in-verse, knew-the-curse,

It’s Tume’s tone—I tombstone the mental-resurrection!

I re-verse the hearse, I knew the birth was the first section,

Of a subconscious curse... now I curse your last connection.

Look at the Light... it’s Daylyt in the dungeon,

I finish the meal... while your spirit is lunchin

A wise man sees failure as essential progress,

A prestigious climb through the strife and the stress!

I bless the process, repossess the success, and assess the excess 'til the threat is suppressed.

But a fool divorces his knowledge, a fatal mistake, Missing the logic in every maneuver he’ll make!

The crucial components of the vessel will break,

When the fuel for the soul is a spectral fake! He fumbles the thesis and loses his soul in the process,

While the King stays aligned, evaluating the excess!

It’s a clinical test, a chemical mess, A surgical quest through the center of the chest!

Failures the filter, the structural mesh, that separates the sovereign from the skeptical flesh

So clutch up the wisdom, let the lessons condense,

Because knowledge is power, but logic is defense!

I Fence with the Sense, the Defense is immense,

I’m De-fencing the border where the darkness is dense!

It’s Present Tense (Pre-sent Tense)—the tension was sent,

Before the Omni-Pen (Omni-potent) re-wrote what it meant

I re-align the spine of your faulty narrative,

Failure is essential... but your death is comparative.

I’m the architect of the arctic etching,

The King on the throne... while your spirit is sketchin

Look at the logic, it’s the Light in the void,

I built the Empire... that your ignorance destroyed