Retribution for midnight prostitution,
no remorse or contribution for past discretion's
forgotten executions;
I and I see with blind sight viewing the wicked
exit the noble and enter the dragon
breathing lethal flames burning blue
loving the hue,
but many few can appreciate the illumination;
shinning brighter than calligraphy scribed in braille,
feel the real steal,
just because it never was what it was;
0degree burns learned the truth
hung from the noose
asphyxiations choking on tongue lashings
and lyrical thrashings
eating food known as rations;
bury pain so deep it never creeps to the surface,
follow the aboriginal mind
find the real meal concocted by fraudulent replies,
told you about the evils
not consuming whats prepared by the undeclared
not scared just mentally aware
of the games folks play,
see it before it appears;
thanks to my older peers and years of tatted tears...