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Darkest Parts

Inner Vibes

By Mac RatchitPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Blacker than night my soul is owned by the devil, it is not even mine

Wicked n sick intricate when im twistin ur spine just to get into ur mind.

Hello

At second glance my next advance twice as fine.

Bet that ass on the line, quest gettin in to those pants seductive rhymes.

Goal oriented, i set my sights high,

Shoot the moon

Refuse to lose

Dysfunctional style

Disgusting and vile

Merciless doom

Product of the insane asylum

Phylum of the dark arts

Genus, demeaning demoralized

Demon from deep within the heart

Labyrinth of scars

Malignant melancholy

Monopoly murderess monstrosity

Manipulated n maimed

Tortured twisted defiled and plagued

Razor sharp

pungent odors

Rotten flesh, from post mortem donors.

Mourner of none

Sacrilegious

Cold, Winter solstice

My fingertips

Weathered n Corroded

My kingdom of crypts

No warmth so cold

To Enter my world

I Collect the souls

That u will part with

Cover charge begin your descent thru darkness

Severed from hearts carcass

I reap and conquer

Eat morals and conjure

Soiled in the folds of hell

Grant no death but agony and relentless turmoil.

Restless cries pleading to die no avail

my satisfaction,

crucified minds eternal demise where i reside

my home in the hellfires where i dwell.

Tedious, treacherous and relatively slow.

Fluctuation mind state psychological highs and lows.

Schizophrenic tendencies, off balance in my tracks.

Tired and tortured, stress creatin pressure crackz.

Solitude with solidity comes clarity

Inevitable, variables collide i cant fight insanity.

Calamity calms me chaos is peace in my mind.

3 sheets to the wind, so sin is only a matter of time.

Struggle to keep a grip, u dont wanna see me lose control.

Trouble brews hustle is all i know.

Darkness in my eyes heartless no soul.

Motivated by crime an art when i let go.

Watch out

No exceptions to those who chose to live the life destined. Don't question the hands of fate, simply relate take what blessings your giving. Whether blatant or hidden. Live within those means or its good riddance. Convicted to eternal prison in an instant. Linda listen. Profuse and loud recluse here and now I'm not like most whom fear weighs them down. Sounds of the gods, prophets of the cause. Eternal glory is indignation so worry not of death but the government facaded.

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About the Creator

Mac Ratchit

Musician/artist/audio engineer/technician.

True Grime Family, Mac Beatz LLC.

http://store.cdbaby.com/cd/truegrimefamily

Forever #Filthy. ARIZONA hiphop/rap artist.

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