They walk a path that's not mine
Never was or ever will be
Fulfilling prophecies hobble knees of mc's
Set to breath the rich air of mediocrity
And so ironically you seek to whisper
From the poison lips of socrates
I watch with these sad and tired eyes
If I were blind perhaps then
I'd know of sunsets
As it stands I hate myself more than public
Prose and poetry set to drown in murky sonics
Crucify the honest least they beg
To play the minstrel
Divide by 5th harmonic just to keep it simple
Basics of my breath only known to my people
Speak in paradox seems to
Sullen minds of feeble
Retrieve the core text and proceed
To feast with equals
Your church steeples only set more eyes on ra
Confusion on your face when I
Call my brothers god
Grasp open fist with right met
With a solemn nod
First signs of rain I plant
These seeds in fertile soil
Anoint scarred wrists with remnants
Of ancient oils
And since then I felt more than never
Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue
Slowly severed by words
Left interred as exposed souls erode
Though I'm told to expect that fate
Human has no fate
(with fist that knows pain)

Await with rusted blade to
Split this right wrist
Fractured lip spit's blind truth
Into life's abyss
Lifted spirit's only crash to concrete
Greet enemies with pounds
Brethren with horrid sounds
Resonating what we wrote
You foster false hope
To those who tie noose with stale rope
Broke stride with strong neck
In last attempts to gain respect
Melanin the constant threat
Yet we easily forget
Where we are, what we are
Are by far foreign concepts
Somewhere between the seeds of
Gods and monsters quite a thought to ponder
Ancient treasures squandered by greed that
Bleeds from all veins
Humanity maintains false histories to breath
Breed lies in ink to infect truth written
Given live makes ironic alter
Tarnished martyr polished words only
To be blurred when I once tried to watch
And irony is lost
True knowledge only comes at too high a cost
And since then I felt more than never
Placed brittle faith on filthy tongue
Slowly severed by words
Left interred as exposed souls erode

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Writer(s): HANS JOACHIM IRMLER