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Ken Rebel - The Morning After Prod By Ken Rebel

I’m the product of creation, the monster of Mary Shelly’s mind 
I was Made with the hands of a man who chose to leave behind
The soul shaped from his very essence that he breathed to life. 
You Recoiled at my sight and decided alone is how I’ll die,atleast you left me with something, and that’s the the question why? Hows a child of god go denied? A single scream could shatter the sky, and so I realised that silence is a weapon when the world is deafened to yo cries, misdirected deflection led, to a never ending infection that spread, upon the flesh I could never shed, I’m alive but dead, a contradiction, I’m the prisoner and the jailer, both the monster and creator, the friendly neighbor with a dead baby killed in anger, the coat hanger 
Thats angled inside of a teenager, I’m the 38 inside the chamber, carried in the pocket of a silent stranger, who can make a minor problem into something major, I can cage a lightning bolt inside a bottle, translation I can split the clouds and watch the sun get swallowed, a metaphor for what’ll happen if you try and squabble, so make like an egg and scramble bitch, standing in the mirror thinking to myself what kind of man is this, the type to fold under pressure or handle it? Lay an rot in fetal position or stand up and store sand in his fist, rotate and twist, and contain chronos in his grip, shit time might be the only father that i ever knew, learned to associate happiness when the moon is blue, i wade in Deja vu, awaiting a new cocoon, i wish i could absorb all the pain in you but even hero’s hands shake, the world on my back makes it hard to stand straight, 3 words dissolve into a bland taste, a bad day way from the son of Sam’s fate, the sacrificial brand lay on the left of my neck, and ironically my heart lay dead in my chest, it’s been a couple days since i slept, day and night cycles the evidence I can’t neglect, window pain I see the stains from where the glass had wept, condensation creating a pareidoilia effect, Inside of it your name I etch, keeping you alive through different types of text, I’ll prolly die alone from stress, disassociated, pulled apart like bread in the hands of the starving, A body here, a mind somewhere carving epitaphs in cuneiform, blunt nails gainst a brittle wall, scratching every memory I can recall, dirt naps until the roots take hold, I’m at home where sun don’t go

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