Cyclic Powers
• Written by YQMot
YQMot's Notes
Heavy themes and dense wordplay (not all wordplay annotated)
PS: not aimed at anyone or anything, just questions about power
You say money’s wet when it reigns,
You say destiny's beyond these gates
Holding the reins, filling your life with pains,
Make hurricanes in your brain when it starts to rain,
Make escape run away into your veins,
But, huh, can't explain why it's still leaving a stain?
But, huh, can't explain why there's a war in Ukraine?
Humanity tearing itself apart– Who’s to blame?
Tell me, tell me who has the power, who has the power,
Tell me, tell me who is the winner, who is the winner,
Tell me, tell me who is the sicker, who is the sicker,
Your mirror or the Commissioner?
See, if you hold the money, you stand at the epitome of society,
See, if you hold the recipe to fantasy, people eat eggs like Benedict,
Trust it's unflipped, president's ignorant, not indifferent,
Well trust just flipped the script, friendship can't persist,
Can't resist this serving of beef, side dish of cheese, cost extra pennies,
And then it's hard to believe how this can be real,
No dream, no fantasy, just friend, blink, then enemy,
Spreads like a disease across every country, 'till we all grieve.
Tell me, tell me who has the power, who has the power,
Tell me, tell me who is the winner, who is the winner,
Tell me, tell me who is the sicker, who is the sicker,
Your mirror or the Commissioner?
When these gates open, secret dates wide-open, spoken fates can’t be unspoken,
When the United States’ broken, associates outspoken, it’s Empty Space’s token,
The slogan’s ‘Atomic Ballistic Buildup Race’ – ‘abbr.’,
Is the abbreviation, but more an accusation in the wrong case, cuz it bounces back,
“Come back” then it’s comeback, back the counterattack, payback the setback,
Backpack, knapsack, RapPad—Stop. Power cycles back.
Now you know, think power’s a drawback, think too much devours?
Now you know, do you chase your name on the plaque or empire?
//Transition//
Picture this: memorial flowers placed on a burial in winter,
Beside it, people have dinner, whisper in the glitter, drinking liquor,
For summer they’d die, and like affected butterflies it multiplies,
Until 2 Lines are drawn in the sand like in Lord of the Flies.
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YQMot
Member since October 2 2026