Verbiage from Alexandria
• Written by Kalligraphy
Racists are humans, rapists are humans too
Catholics and papist, it’s a bruising truth
The addict, the wealthy, all of them are bones
Minerals and matter, chemicals and moles
Africans and slavers, pirates and the sailors
Traffickers and batterers, fortune and the favoured
The white man, the tribal native, the tailor
Me and you, the listener, the writer on paper
All of us the same, the difference is mind frames
You can humble but still be able to provide hate
You could be a killer but still possess divine ways
Even cops who heal us end up being swine-faced
So when your mind races to degrade another
All you doing is hurting your sister or your brother
Now what’s a moral if it doesn’t come from nature?
And what is one not made from the Greater
The sculpture of the stars, master of the universe
Divided amongst arms to plaster the truest verse
Milan or St. Michaels, the riches or the trifle
The Quran or Bible, the hate or things delightful
Who made objectives? Or is it all pre-destined
And all of my work is selected from a collection
Of brain cells and a broken church for lessons
Separating me from the Chosen into the Heavens
Where God halts the blessin’s and I become death
And breathe my last breath, holding on my chest
Seeing fallen angels rise up from the crest
Carrying my body to Hell in a fast descent
If I could know whether or not I’d see the gates
I may have chose to leave this earth a different day
Some say it’s suicidal, I say we worship idols
Putting celebrities as titles like Jordan, Michael
It’s modern day Israel where the bull is present
And if you don’t do it they’ll shame you for stressin’
Hand anti-depressants to keep you as a peasant
So you can smile through the frown for a message
To just follow people and move from the steeple
They said God jumped off of his own Cathedral
Landed at the bottom and passed, its deceitful
The internet and lies are the only immortal things
Think not, look around you and you’ll see its wings
My drinks hot, look now, the burnt tongues cling
Congenital lungs? But they make diamond bling
Diamond rings, til a dying baby screams inside
The womb which becomes a tomb in my eyes
The uterus becomes the grave, the mother Earth
The husband is looking down at what is cursed
Even if the infant resurrects in an instant
They’ll say it was an accident, or a giftin’
Denying the God which brought back the children
When the sun rise, the funds increase at retails
When the Son died, we’ve all ceased to prevail
And the world stops and the girls and boys drop
As the plague starts and the noise deploys shock
Screams in sharp frequencies destroys the crops
Questioning God’s sequencing can only harm you
So unarm your ungodly troops and just farm truths
And I’m back like a neural groove formed
You cowards think your power can scorn
A whole nation of men who’ve never been torn
Who’ve only fallen when God formed the storm
I may be one but lately I’ve been shunned
By devils in disguise harvesting the young
Slicing up the braids and jailing all the fun
Making all us one machine against our beliefs
That eventually we’ll become the beast
And fight against ourselves until we all bleed
And by the time we realize the harm we conceived
The last blood will trickle down into the Devils seed
That he’ll plant all over until we sprout eventually
And evidently we’re back naïve and elementary
A continued cycle, say bye trees and the Bible
Adam and Eve become atoms and leaves
Then evolution will come and rise again as we lead
Ourselves down a path of cannibalistic ways
Eating our family to stay healthy in the days
Cuz morals never was, until they eventually came
From the ether, Adam arose from his grave
Walked on the earth for many days in the shade
Woke up feeling grey, touched his side, he prayin’
Looked over his shoulder and saw Eve created
Living life to the fullest, garden walking, amazin’
TIL they saw the snake and their natures gave in
Which rippled through time for eternity
Giving us death to the mind as a certainty
And even if we washed the sins all internally
Doesn’t make us worthy of seeing Him verbaling
And here I am today spitting this verse of verbiage
Strutting my words tighter than those in churches
Studying scholars to see what my worth is
Am I really different, or in the end, I’m worthless
All of this worship may be for no purpose
But if it is then I caught myself in time
Beyond the mind, beyond the shrine, the divine
The decision was made and here I am to shine
Until the universe becomes cold and dark
I’ll be here writing til I’ve outnumbered the quarks
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Kalligraphy
Member since March 31 2024