Classical Homicide - Dälek

Subterranean maintain own tongue mongst ruins

In subdued tones I speak of the flesh which entombs our inner core

Who the blessed?

Invade airwaves type Moors (wars)

Sore from travels to unmarked thresholds, grapple truths untold lying in whispers it figures.

He who snickers doesn’t see final melody

Shattered splinters, melodic in their own unrest

Remind me of Osiris, made liars of us all

For 364 days I learned to crawl

Appalled by sense of urgency to resurrect the dead

Shed my last skin searching for angel with broken wing

Will she sing that e minor hymn?

For those of us who sin?

For those of us who sin?

Within dirty sanctum became brethren’s anthem

Jesus Christ a Black man walks the earth still

Forgot to speak the real, Struggle’s fate not sealed.

I appeal to nil, never one, not one, none.

Amplify brainwaves to condense my thought

Bends the dark

Why question my art?

Shunned by rays of Amon Ra,

Darkness exposes every soul’s flaw

I forever remain raw, unpolished

Drunk off knowledge of knowing I’m dumb

Now remain none’s sum, while inner eyes' stay numb

We all shall succumb to eternal sleep,

For now I’ll just yawn and speak on ill gutter beats

Watch falling leaves, walk on knees,

Down graveled path vocalize own epitaph

Evoke on path towards inner, nonlinear

Lay head mongst sinners

Solitude falls winter

Appauled at visual surrounding

Kept my bearings non-grounded

Liquid language kept frozen 40 oz’s

How many Mc’s know who Faust is?

Pardon original, Manuscript fit text type tailored suit

Felt effects at root through vein type heron' you shoot

Euphoric, saw banks of Tigris and Euphrates

Fertile Crescent hold more lessons than taught by deities

Vonsciousness is leaving me Seen that same sage turn page on habitual

Perform tectonic rituals,

Broke abacus to calculate coordanates

But can’t afford rent… It makes no sense.

Forgot our days in shackles?

You concentrate on battles?

I lecture graduates discussing Kant till they leave baffled.

Amplify brainwaves to condense my thought

Bends the dark

Why question my art?