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letra de gnosis - chris power

the door’s wide open
all things take a side
still life is never still for very long
it is still life
life must learn to hide its silent hate behind a hate that it cannot hide
guess it’s not a test
i’m not the man i thought i’d be at 25
do you think he’d have survived?
you decide

i broker new divisions
echoes slidin’ through the incisions
slashin’ new beginnings
thrivin’ on inconceivable missions
drivin’ on the brink of visions
rogue boulders brave the apocalypse
burst through acropolis
competence slammin’ your ‘tropolis
topple this new age astrologist
my knowledge qualitive
comparisons traditional
medicinals quant-tive
contrary to your narrative additional therapy is warranted
no one for miles safe until this larynx is quarantined
we get to the bottom to only find out that it’s bottomless
somehow that don’t bother us
to know these cinders could swallow us
embers acknowledge us
in fact they calling your name!
imagine ’em scorching your fortune yo
stripping your body fat and your fame
you convening with the vanguard:
hippo and a graveyard
slaughter your mata
tossin’ ya daughter for the bathwater
yo just don’t let ’em toss my baby ‘cuz she’s holdin’
yo man one word my baby foldin’

you either fee or your thesis
gnosis ain’t nothin’ ’til it fleecin’ every somethin’ that you know

vacated fables, (f-ck em!)
tearable parables
stabilized conditions from worst to phrases unbearable
marriages of time and sp-ce beyond the ropes but repairable
shavin’ seconds off of minutes
loopin’ digits ’til their clothes are rewearable
huh
old pledges
pushed off linguistic ledges
solemn decades for the mystics
kept on betting hedges
thought they had an edge on the intangibles
left squeezin’ lemon’s aid instead of miracles
spherically spiritual oxymagnate
wedgy the planet
pull up the horizon
whip ’round so fast
the sun won’t know it’s risin’
connivin’ no more
hands on the floor
i’m takin’ everything from giants to molten dwarves
snackin’ solar m-sses
spittin’ out the cores
manifolds of golden allegories
man infested womaniacal manuals
contested through a modern-day annual invasion evasion
persuasion combinations sewn to mettle up your morphasis
back and forthasis
pretend you north of this

you either fee or your thesis
gnosis ain’t nothin’ ’til it fleecin’ every somethin’ that you know

- chris power

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