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letra de pre-evacuation - killah priest

further evidence that since statues were aids to the hallucinated voices
it’s found in the other ceremonies, all described precisely and concretely on cuneiform tablets

[verse]
i fell down a excavation hole
while falling i saw big ancient skulls, sacred scrolls
i saw fragments and tablets, all scattered
a lady in her blackness, hair all matted, took me through this labyrinth
there we gatherеd
ten feet [?]s climbing ladders, moving stone and wheelbarrows, mining for mattеr
marijuana mitochondria in my brain
a spider wanders in shiny armor, this is strange
but my writing conjures up our mighty fathers from the distant age from whence they came
y’all renegades, we been in braids
i’ll turn this whole site to horror if you plan to divide and conquer
i’ll put my pen to page, black is more than just fifty shades
the sight is misty, dark and gray
the skeletal smell is ill, broken across the h-llish fields
smoke over a corpse make it feel like the devil’s real
arrows through helmet, battleaxe crack metal shields, corpses of horses
hot tar on crosses and burning chariot wheels
the savage return after the k!ll, scr-pping for meals
their passion was real, the mask can reveal, he was trapped, attacked from the hill
at night the moon sleeps, the stars are dreaming
venus sleeping, reaching neptune peaks
the gods and demons play odds and evens, while pluto and mercury snuggle like roomies
the whole sky turns itself off, creeping silently as the owl and the stealth hawk
around 3am dreams teleport, six minutes, nine seconds, that’s tesla’s talk
breakfast bought, 6am i saw the sun with a cup of coffee
ducks and waterskis, up for the morning breeze
the orange trees and the large sun tease, busy little bumblebees
smell house memory, come have fun with me, young and free
age with grace, this is the right way
became a sensei, practice tai chi mondays and wednesdays
podcraft take off
excavation construction, production
reawaken the mud then, instructions
chisels scr-ping away and plucking
found crystalline [jay?] king tut skin
mummified he lays, my abduction
they thought he rise three days, back the trucks in
they found me sleep on the cranes, summer came
then thundered and rained, this sort of water run to the drain
excavation

- killah priest

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