The raven changed its direction, like clockwork, in every instance my eye became conscious, of its existence, and a day came when the raven stared at me, pointed its pupil directly at me.
Its iris spoke to me, foretelling songs of death. Afraid i buried them 2 layers deep within my psychosis, but still, its faint cries of squawking escape through pores of my insecurities,
One day the raven will slay me but not today, not today, not today, not today i prayed. The power of words taught to me by beings who live within thunder, vibrating like sonar, the words keep the raven at bay.
The thunders never leave me alone for long, they come to me, filling me with words, preparing me for a future to know without knowing. So i can be like them, but why do they invest so much stock in me, why cant they all leave me be
A farmer cat once looked at me Could tell i had sumthin to ask Before i could–she interrupted And taught like she commanded a class
“For all students looking to win the hearts of masses Control of death could be the 1st seed Burn the idols of the false gods who acquired power through blood n trickery Implode the celestials with fire”
I looked at her DEAD IN THE EYE Cuz, she was fuckin crazy But she wouldn’t shut up Or so i thought Took me a moment to realize It was now i doin the talk
“So that’s when the Sun’s cuzzin Ray shined upon the earth And felt the little red giants like bambinos burning in her image”
And same farmer cat once told me (She heard it from a chick)
“From the ashes can sprout green or anything in-between Just depends on the party controlin the humans sowin the seeds”
Today I met Frankenstein Where the 4 corners of the world meet More mechanic than Doctor He Introduced me to his monster Thick, blue, bones made of steel A massive frame necessary to contain 2 gargantuan wheels The good Dr and I traded notes 1 step away from owning my own Just have to trap its soul behind lens And a clone of the monster I will win
I saw an angel yesterday Eight-twentytwo-fourteen was the date Long, ebon, hair like raven wings Thick legs that carried her stride Was the image of the angel i saw As she shredded past my bedroom window My bedroom window with 2 sets of cages No key
Did she fly as if to summon me
I wondered pacing my cage anxiously
I was a trapped bird and she was free
But only for a moment Only a matter of time Till our wings cross paths Shits destiny