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letra de xiv. the bridge of the gods - souki kismet

betrayal burn hotter than the flame and barrage from which it came
delivered pain, loyalty’s a mirage carving foibles deep into the riverbank
k!lling our menage, swelling upon in my eyes
and then expelled from out my inner veins, bled into the countryside
eight and twelve each, together over twenty high and h-ll’s deep
high reach piercing the cosmos, hearing high-frequency screeches speaking “follow”
for there to even be a tomorrow for me, if i seek retreat and secret keep
deceive then grieve, i’m evilly hollow
simultaneously easy-to-sorrow, i’m cold and heinous making war moves
giant not gentle due to famous short fuse
it’s a lie that i am not mental, motley tremble-minded and lose
and you’ll find that i’m a temple climbed despite the h-llful climate
probably blinded by the gaudy, couldn’t see the crying shawty
who is he? never pray to god but pray to paparazzi
afraid of mocking so he paying for the hot seat
so when wy’east cropped him and imparted the most immense of scars
he embarked harming her heart, convinced it was a farce
struck first on my brother, first wondered what i first uttered
the worst something another could speak upon
leading to the epoch’s dawn, fleeing savants
and treasoned p-wns receiving an obscene response
when asunder, turned under, laid siege, burned
thunder, lightning, i mean come on
when sparks fly and art die, and the dark sight-vision position
living in an apartheid
there will be a darkside, i guess it’s just my disposition
smelt all the gold optical to what i felt; the mind-condition prodigal
repent impossible, melt hospital dealth attacks
the incidental mental lapse and sentimental acts
in the middle of a literal metaphysical wrath
the rift between the ripper, deen, the win, collapse, the scathe, and the gift

i guess it’s not all y’alls fault
truly, i’m impressed, when i’m moody not a stretch
for me to vault basalt and fall beside the wall of lies
the conjured facade used to monetize and profit off the prophesized
the stars, the gods, behemoth zeniths with feet to stomp the squabbles, sighs
try it on, run miles ’till the bright of dawn expires
be admired despite being a firesp-wn in a family full of liars
and they pantheon desires
i’m their champion resource to reinforce drivel until i shrivel and retire
crack open with black smoke and erupt
then reconstruct everytime i get my back broken
beat em up, try to stand straight until the land brake and d-mn the land’s fate
it’s physical and fake when minerals interfold and slam plates
the inner soul is in a state that’s visceral and imitate
command change but to their scrammed brains never innovate
add a little agony, majesty will disintegrate eventually
and paint me as an enemy, blamed for pain, with my name in vain
so please contain some f-cking empathy

- souki kismet

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