- The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1 (The Pet Pen’s Part)

- Eternal Glome (The Silencer)

- Dark Poet Mode (The Pet Pet’s Battle Verses)
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- The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2 (The Silencer’s Part)…eventually to conclude ✍️

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Eternal Glome (The Silencer). The 5000+ word poem

Lyrics:
Catch one Red-Handed in attempts or remarks that veer from a claim. Some claim me to be Emotionless because they can’t Appeal to mine. Then we dive right into the Burden of Proof

I might sit them on a Bandwagon on top of a frictionless plate with the Ruler, and place them on a slight edge while on top of a Slippery Slope to see how many Straw-Mans that they can dodge from all the ones that they ever formulated and produced

After that, eject Fallacy right off the bandwagon of Prevalent Proof.

Someone may have to use silence wisely to not “Prove too Much”. Some others treat one’s silence or lack of response as evidence acting if “Silence speaks”, and told it all

Analyze the land before me. Trivial Objections as if an existence of a response has kept its momentum to the claim against it. Once thought as safe, only to formulate a Kettle-Story. Shall I ever forget…the world is complex in the context inclosed in what is predisposed to be presupposed

Try to address some other people with direct things, and a statement about something unrelated could be the response to oppose it. Not surprise that it is a bunch of this

I could surmise that Fallacy dislikes this game. Ashamed for it because this time it’s not a Homunculus

Proof by Assertion has much effect on the youth…from a standpoint of Affirming the Consequent. Relating that, I detect something relativistic. Vexed on a random day when I make a remark, and meet Ignoratio Elenchi

Preceding after that, a Psychologist fallacy. If that wasn’t enough, then conclude it all with a thought Terminating Cliche. The rest of my time, I remain quiet. Mentally shaking my head at everything caught that was Anecdotal mixed in with Moralistic

Some notions easy to refute is a nice fine process of Cherries Picked, and is like a Nirvana itself. Yet, a spacious room for Vacuous Truth combined with things unrealistic

What else is there to store to add to the mix. Regression Fallacy of one that thought that it could knock some sense into an object, and have it fixed. Later on witnessed the same person throwing it around as an attempt to fix it more, a comical sight

Or one can think like a gambler on a lucky night: “If I take this test and answer it, perhaps I will randomly get one right. And if that happens, hopefully that one right will provide a streak, and the other ones will start to be more right too”, then turn in it

When I’m bored of what to do, I pull out a Bong that has powers and constant feats of winning. If I tell it to fetch, then it can easily catch a Tu Quoque in nanoseconds at its beginning

Trap it right in its dominion. Then pour water inside let’s see it float on a boat of its deception, and watch everything in the closed system turn in to vapor

Was told to add Two Wrongs on a sheet of paper, and turned in it blank. Fallacy wrote “a Right”, and gave it back to me. (Sure, “a Right”…Entitlement of Opinion)…

Eternal Glome. Fallacy Section (3:3).mp3

Eternal Glome’s Intro section (The 5000+ poem that I wrote). Part of it at least

Lyrics: 
Decided to create an epic poem with each page separated. Designed being inscribed in an indestructible, tall deck of cards. Each card was a “page” to engage and you can shuffle it. And read them all in any order with a unique story coherently. Accounted for all possibilities of all factors, chronologically

Thought to publish it, but for comedy adventures decided to spread them all equally out into the world. If a person embarks to collect to read, then I’ll meet to talk about the epic experience of one’s Odyssey to obtain it. Then take a sip of the Scotch sit back, and let it all unfurl

Curl everything in…and let it burst. The curse is using it sagaciously it doesn’t come with other servings. Or survive by a massive star to jar some things that you want to take from its death

Or realistically don’t survive, and hide to the point where the answer renders too much light to process. At a time that in time’s scope all life, and all life-span is just a band of light and elements in a palindromic dorm. None of it at that reference of time left

Took a visit to the outer zone to pull its cheeks, and suffered a massive blast of neutrinos right back at me. I wonder if its ongoing swarm goes unnoticed. Everything that comes in goes out in whatever shape or form. The only difference is the increments of time. Thus in a cosmic note of temporary experience, we are the ghost. An uncovered concept to witness, dispute, or cope

Some days, I lock down a couple of senses to conduct a day to make sure the active ones are trained and mastered on terrains in extremely difficult conditions

Decide to do this exercise in trade of information slipping away all for the sensation. Realized the lack of efficiency of that comes natural regardless of the aids of communicative translations

To enclosed the cracks, my patience relaxed. Created a device that can see worth in everything

Was quickly taken back when I sit an object on the Stage. Checked to see attraction of movement of worth inside the object, and the entities were playing jumping jacks…

Eternal Glome. Intro (3:3).mp3

Eternal Glome’s Intro section (The 5000+ poem that I wrote). Part of it at least

Lyrics:
Introspection whispers “inner’s- here”. I intercept with, “Silence…let Fear speak”. Now silence at its peak

Counted sheep in slumber in a Googolplex magnitude of black ones. In a bleak domain with an atmosphere of impenetrable black dust. Without a rush successfully before I was ejected, and fell to sleep with eyes opened counting none

With no conveyance of being perplexed or in disarray; reality is what I decide and order. Then ask the “pen” how was that for a flex? What’s next isn’t a test of my center of complexity

Inserted a fourth-wall before the peer at the other three. Have room to enter and store the teem of animals. Aligned them with their natural numbers plus one. Named this one “forever more” all contrived from imaginative lnk

Could have done it with altitude from the standpoint of my aptitude, but on either axis combined is shorter than a planck-length

Far from its entirety.

I’m suspected to be the host of the inner-body within an interlude passing through society detecting what will ensue

Intrude upon some notions of strong forces, but conceptually are meek due to proof being undetected

The world won’t reveal a secret of deepness in life’s platitudes of a blueprint though far, the star keeps me in the loop. Must have been a powerful thump. Or if in God’s hands at some point, it threw it

Almost everything rouge not every intention feasible. A plain of ultimate goals. Some unreachable. Apparently incalculable and extraneously inconceivable. Until it’s married with dynamic model’s conjunctions of new and old. That will entail if perception will be the same

Have the merit intact, compact and slip encryption esoterically. Enclosing odds in the holes that pretends things to fall in wherever one didn’t know it would go

I paint the Stage and its walls with chains. In this dimension anything connecting this field, is the function’s game to be played forever

Then let it exist. This is another zone a switch of a phase. Transform the Stage into charades. Closed my eyes to see. Imagined it all already, and can tune the sharpness

With darkness even I have sight, and my motion still governable. Journey planned, completed, and the wind has the same swings. In one night, I have more dreams than atoms combined in my sheets and covers keeping the same being comfortable. I have only mentioned my daydream after my night dream. The cycling has looped around, and the moon appears to be rolling over…

Eternal Glome. Intro (2:3).mp3

The intro (1/3) of the +5000 word poem that I wrote, Eternal Glome. 

First there was The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1. Then while writing The_Silencer_00 Part 2, it became so complex that I needed to stop writing it to create an insulating Poem (from The Silencer…the introspective version of myself that is suppose to beat Part 1 of The_Silencer_00 Part 1) independently from the topics that will not be involved in The_Silencer_00 be his Pen Part 2: The most complex piece of writing that I will ever write that will surpass Eternal Glome as well as The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1, combined.

Lyrics: 
This poem is Internal Gloom. Scotch with the zone I glone. Ripples of what will never be entrapped in the tomb of an External Glome

Curved arrows pointing to directions of the same things. I bi-pass and pedal on the canvas of linear actuality

Forced to curve. Innately confined to escape a casualty. Perpendicularly to the instance the impulse caps the track of thee

Tedious reaction leaving slumber as the moon swings streams, and finds time to meet back on the other side

Confabulation with entities. Unique depictions of interest as I take snapshots of its outer-scope I chose

Enclosing an interpretative dose of the same dreams. A strange glimpse of what hides congruent

I coast through time, and loop around the cycles of limitations

Linking entropy, I chain ink to give life to the points that can’t express without its movement

Without a page, it’s the same phase. Letters appear drifting, lifting to conscience. I leave an eye to peer into the mind of the receiver, and analyze to Light the Stage

Mind ablaze. Rays wage the plays to channel on. Prongs of interference dismissed as an innate gauge

Infinitesimally undetected insights. Omnipresent, dribbles what is not to see untapped in its external age

As Time finds time this time to find Fallacy I trap Capacity, circumscribed by Time in the same cage as Infinity

Life’s gift is a trillion seconds at most to endure naturally. At the cusp of a blastocyst, experience has a battery

Manipulation of Physics as an ability. Physically held by its characteristics. DNA…extending rights to this reality. Birth, survival, preservation, progression, and computation to all force along

An asymptote to what has happened, and what one will watch in a unique set of membranes temporary to own

Impacted in the structure of my INTJ rage I Blaze the Stage, a tone switch

A different pitch of levels as I meddle interaction’s contractions with passion, and sheer existence to interfere. Outer-body searching for what regards as inner fears, and never found it or knew it

One posed to persist to be one; I seen through, but on another note I heard at most that was a ghost

I throw endeavors in a ditch. Conclude the things that have a hint to peddle with what is evident. It’s settled, and was a fun run…

Eternal Glome. Intro (1:3).mp3

The starting piece of this Lore. That ends with The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2 (not completed yet).

Lyrics:
You Ever have a Shadow of a Doubt I’ll implant Nano-EMFs there to Figure it Out. Galaxies are just Flavors of Gum that I Chew Through. Lyrical Rap Rapture Leaking Language when I Rhyme, and More to Forge

Woke up in a Lucid Dream inside a Video-Game. when I Moved, the Person with The Controller Reacts, at a Later Time. They Labeled my IQ as 160 My Response to that was “You Don’t Get Me” have been Better Friends with People that stated Theirs were 50

Convert Luck to Action. I told Every Object I Own to Teach itself How to Think, then in One Long Blink, AI made it Happen

Look at things Weirdly like my Eyes were Designed to see Topology. Was told Mistakes Can’t Occur in Reality, so I Sold my Last Apology. Simply don’t Need them when I Cling to my Peace. I’ll eat Some Vegetables and Dare them to Make me Obese. I Literally Lyrically “Off” things. Created Poems and Riddles that were so Developed that I Checked on them Years Later, and they wrote Riddle-Poem Offsprings

With Minimum Concentration Awakened, I stay Acute. Animators Quitting their careers because when they flip to the Blank Page I’m already there as Their Antagonist, and Drew Myself with Abilities that Surpass their Imagination

Received an Invitation to Orca Olympics to Compete with them. Dived in with my Space Suit. Won it all. Orcas were mad, and said that I was Showing-Off. I left the prize to go Battle Aliens, for Space Loot

Can’t Play Games all are Already Beaten. I Start One, and it states 100% Completion thus they Sit on the Shelf

Once I was Thrown in a Lion’s Cage. They opened the Gate, and I was No Longer there.  They thought that I was eaten. Camera footage shows that I Defeated the Lion, then Transformed into a Lion Myself

Lost Languages Hidden and Secured at the Back of my Eye-Lids. I can No Longer Sleep, but I’ll Buy Curtains to Help

Today I was Dared to give someone a Jump-Scare. Studied his Brain Waves that Correlate to his Greatest Fears, and Materialized it just to Flick it Away. Received a Call that people aren’t Dope Enough. I Realign my Brain Waves to the Frequency of a Complete Stranger to get them to Subconsciously Open-Up

In The Morning I Wake Up, Check the Inbox of all the Dream-Catchers to Withdraw New Ideas to Give to Other People for their Next Dreams that I Install

Overall I’m not the One with an Attitude. Blissfully in my Business then get Irked by an External Platitude that Might just Change my Mood, and Still have More Cued to tap into More Ensues

Synthesize the Trap. In fact, this Rap, is in a Physical Capsule so Dense that it Literally Replaces Food

If I take it, I’ll be Full for a Zillion Seconds and Content. It’s still Not Evident in the Eloquence of what I Meant

Some Rappers are No Action and All Gimmicks. I’m the Code. My Password Co-signs the Flow. I’ve been Typing with the Lowest Degree, of my Limits…

The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 1 (2:2)

The starting piece of this Lore. That ends with The_Silencer_00 vs his Pen Part 2 (not completed yet)

Lyrics:
My First Breath Created everything. My First Rhyme has Aligned to Destroy it. That dark Entity: Literally Ancient Energy Infinite Ominous Enemy, Equipped with Intrepidity

Permitted to pile the Carcasses of Adversaries using an Onmi-Rod that affects the Land, Air, Space, Stars, and Seas

Beat God in Chess and Took the Job forgot to ask Which God is he

Proceeded to Turn the Nobs and seen an Instance of Reflection

Work at the Sun to Convert Things, and get paid Neutrinos after a Long Day. I’m Going-Long on my Investments

Went to The Sea, and Met the Life that the Net has No Data for. I’ll Skip a Meal, and Buy Mitochondria from a Galactic Store

This Rap is like a Bento Box of Building Blocks what I Approx, is the Flow is Neat, and One will Eat at Least a Section Via his/her Selection

Working on the Last Theory ever Needed in Articles for the Population with My Patience and Greatness hope to see a Better Nation. Ripped my Imagination. Brought it to the Lab placed it on a Slab and Found Virtual Particle’s Inception

They Don’t Know what they Are. I Unzipped the Fabric of Space-Time, and Poked my Eye through it to Look at Earth

Done for the Mirth of it plus Tracked the Births, and Stacked their Worth. Ironically They Thought what They Saw Peaking, was a New Star

Barz Bizarre Beyond the Position in which Heaven Drops. I Hop Dimensions, and Create Civilizations Atop

Infinity is Infinite Decided to Run From me after a Confrontation, and Since Then it has Never Stopped

I’ll take your Electric Galaxy, and Shape it as a Square with my Bare Hands for a New Fence for Nuisances. If Destroyed, then what a Fallacy a Funny Prop

I’m Innovative Actually. Changed my Cell’s Layout and Design of its Interiors on a Phone App, then Changed it Back to Default, After

Fools are Inferior to think that was Off and Unguarded. My Clothes are Installed with Gundam Funnels that Target

Jam the City’s Perimeter, Batteries, and Frequencies to Illustrate a Deadly Devastating Dark Disaster

Ripples in Space is just My Laughter. Stumbled upon a Book of Spells to see what Entails, and what Prevails to be Compelled to Learn it and Master. Mixed it with Specifics even a Caster Delineating a New Law

Build a Sentence like it’s a Gunpla then Pulled Out my Pokédex (just to flex). Deleted Bulbasaur, and Installed Cannabis to Catch that with a Pokeball

Smoke until I’m High Enough for an Exo-Fall. Still Loud Enough for your Nose to Hear it from the Distance proud

I’m Knight Artorias wielding Nightmare’s Sword plus an “Aether Shroud”. Reincarnated like Madara Uchiha. Invade and then Delete the Crowd

My Trash Cans fill from the Universe’s Entropy… so I’ll Go Dump it in a Different Verse

They Attempted to Measure Me. The Pleasure’s that I have No Scales. Immortal God, Attacking in My Archives with a Crystal Curse. I’m Ill-Defined

Whoever Claims they got “Next!” …just know the Pen, is so Complex that This Entire Time I’ve Written Down its thoughts instead of Mine…

Eternal Glome. Fallacy Section (3:3).mp3

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