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Schörde
My chords become swordsTiny little bladesFloating around in the airThey’re made out of pure soundDirected towards my enemiesWhich come at me in hordesI point and I prayI get on my kneesI plead with the lordNot to be seizedThe lord is not pleasedBut he grants my requestSo off with my headAnd now I can restFor I
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Da Lyricist Physicist
I’m a lyricist physicistAnd I aimed for the starsI was told I need to aim highSo I could buy shiny carsAnd score golf parsBut I don’t know whyIt seems like quite the farceI let out a sighRealise that it’s all a lieBecause it’s all the sameIt’s all the sameReaching for fameJust look how lame I
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Toker Joker
The poem reflects the chaos and unpredictability of life using poker as a metaphor. It warns against the lurking dangers represented by “the Joker,” highlighting themes of desperation and existential struggle. The narrator grapples with self-doubt and seeks redemption while contemplating the fleeting nature of time and the influence of hidden forces.
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Gigiligolong
They call me the Gigiligolong. An entity of the deep. Upon the old I creep and put them to sleep…
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My Sword Has Your Name On It
I know all about your tricks you see. You don’t scare me, No you don’t scare me. You can pummel me with your kicks. But I’ll still be able to make you plee, As your life is mine. Yeah your life is mine, Soul and all. I’ll feast on and dine. I draw my sword,…
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Above Two Evils
Cold to the bone, this man’s grans carved the stone into which this pans out all monotone…
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Water Works; Eyesore
It has begun… The dam is blown. Water floods downwards, and the damned flood forward…
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Fission Collision
All this collusion Causes collision Boom pow Nuclear fission, or is it fusion? What could it be?Chaotic extrusionWham yoawMusic indused frissionShit I’m going to explode Or maybe notBecause the patience of a Buddhist monk I possessAnd the gift I caressBut my lifespan gets less and less Meditate and procreateImagine the pearly gatesIt becomes real from
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