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letra de kalakin king - kalki

om biswaguru kalkirâma sudarshana hare hare
gadâpadma shankhashyâma râmakrishna hare hare
(kalki mahamantra)

i meet with flocks of souls in the galapagos
when i’m speaking there’s drops of gold in my esophagus
your preachers blot your souls & it’s preposterous
i glow like phosphorous ignited
mic fighting t-tan likened to lycans
spliced with the light’s might & the night’s brightness
slice like a hyphen, spite what you’re writing
if you’re righteously spiting the likeness of sages, devas or devis
i don’t know what your prophet told you
truthfully, but i know that i drop golden blueprints
like the giza plateau, my script is a black hole
but when i spit it’s a quasar, listen & laugh soulfully
we existed as rays cosmic, glistened & made stars
that bathed planets, i stay famished when i write
vanish into the night of the beat
brandish light when i speak
the mic is my beacon, there’s no blighting my teachings
my life cycle’s the least of your concerns
i might fight with the beast till it burns
or reach it till it yearns, then teach it till it learns…
bless it with the ashes of shiva’s urns
my progression’s math is a speechless sermon
i’m a bleak wordsmith, reap whirlwinds of the earth’s gifts
sow what i’ve been nursed with, golden pearls gifted
with a purpose mystic, half of the world’s listless
the other half is surly misfits
burrowed in the imprints of their lineage
i’m logarithmic to linear progress
their god is wicked this millennium, my goddess is exquisite
like this compendium of gnostic writs
i’m a mosh pit kid, so watch where you’re walking
watch when you’re talking
my spit hits you like frost in autumn
we walk in sodom, gawk at horrors, watch for them
you ought not to be a part of them
pardon my oddity, i’m far from godly
but when i spar with p-ssive hatred
my nahdis activate, god body with the mask of satan
my madness & wrath adjacent
in the calm water i laugh & wade
my path was paved by activists & slaves
if you have to misbehave, be a trickster
better yet, be an elixir of wisdom
gifts that glitter are plastic these days
mix with misfits & trick statistics
who knows what the future is made of
if its nuisance your crave, let truth be your savior
who cares about fractions of a second of pleasurable instants
basking in your essence is an immeasurable instance
revel in the distance traveled by your spirit
i battle & sear this in your chest
tatted in the appearance of a blessed lotus
stretching & unfolding from an etching of ohm
i’m blessing your dome with a celestial poem
a message known only in tones superhuman
in a stupor soothing, roaming in zones with druids’ ruins
i hone your components with boons runic
blue hued & moody in a blue tunic
abstinent like a true eunuch
you move units, my platoon’s movement’s
fluid like dew lunar or absinthe brewed truly
rooted like sadhu rulers, kalakin king
potent like maha ginseng
flow through your body, quote & sing hymns
glowing with prana, bring you to godly dimensions
squash your pretensions
as you quaff this nectar like thoth’s lectures
quell your tensions, dispel your dissensions
i’ve unveiled the entrance to tales unmentioned
lest you of testosterone & bless you with estrogen
etch akashic omens like vestal messengers
flow testaments with no precedent
glow effortless like golden writs in the dark
scripted in noah’s ark with ziuzudra through enki
you glimpse with this the rudras’ densities
linguistic mudras’ intensity
exquisitely viewed, true veteran
witness the blue buddha of medicine

namo bhagavate bhaiṣajyaguru
vaidūrya prabharājāya
tathāgatāya arhate
samyak sambuddhāya tadyathā:
oṃ bhaiṣajye bhaiṣajye
bhaiṣajya-samudgate svāhā
(buddha of medicine mantra [bhaisajyaguru])

- kalki

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