nice use of Listing and repetition as the content builds

I Closed the Door for Good

Mind's a jungle, vines tangle in my thoughts,
Stitching up wounds that the world forgot.
Echoes of pain in the chambers of my chest,
But these beats be the balm, let the soul rest.

Therapeutic tunes, medicine in my veins,
Washing over wounds, cleansing the stains.
The rhythm whispers, "You’re free to be,"
Healing rhymes, a melody for me.

Broken clock ticking, but I’m still on time,
Heart’s a metronome, syncopated design.
Past scars fade, they dissolve in the bass,
Each bar a bandage, each rhyme a safe space.

Needles of sound thread the fabric of my soul,
Filling in the gaps, making me whole.
A soundtrack to rise, to mend, to fight,
Every note’s a torch in the dark of night.

Therapeutic tunes, medicine in my veins,
Washing over wounds, cleansing the stains.
The rhythm whispers, "You’re free to be,"
Healing rhymes, a melody for me.

Vinyl crackles, a heartbeat in the groove,
Every measure moves, every lyric soothes.
The therapy of music, my eternal decree,
Healing rhymes, my sanctuary key.

Healing Rhymes

He lives in me
My enemy, my voice of doubt
The one who whispers, “You’re nothing”
Who drains the courage out

He crawls beneath my chest
Grinds my gears when I begin
He’s the hand that kills my visions
The wall I crash within

He lives in me
The one who mocks me when I speak
The one who spits I’ll never matter
That my strength is fucking weak

He laughs when I’m in ruins
Feeds when my soul’s sore
He sits inside my shadow
And drinks down all my war

He lives in me
He never sleeps, he never fades
He drags me down through every morning
With chains made of my shame

And even if no one sees it
Even if they think I shine—
There’s a monster in my mirror
Tearing every hope of mine

He lives in me
And I can’t fucking flee
Because when I stare into the dark…
That demon staring back is me

He breaks me when I wake
No reason, just the sting
He compares me, tears me open
Passes judgment like a king

There’s no truce, no tomorrow
No “you’ll be okay”
When the one who wants you dead…
Is your soul in decay

He lives in me
I know his every move
He knows my guilt, my sins,
My stories carved in wounds

And I keep trying to silence him
But he always screams above
Because this eternal enemy…
Was never from outside 

He lives in me
He’s my skin, my curse, my skin
He kneels me with his poison
And forbids me joy again

¿Y cómo escapar de lo que soy?
¿Cómo huir si no hay otro yo?
¿Dónde esconderme…
Si el enemigo…
lleva mi rostro y mi dolor?

He lives in me
And now I finally see
I’m not just my executioner…
I’m the seed that grew the beast

And if one day I break the chains
It won’t be through running blind
It’ll be by facing my own reflection
And forgiving what’s inside

He lives in me
Yes…
That…
Is me. (MY WORST ENEMY!!!)

He Lives In Me

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Temple of Echoes ⛩️🔊

Low fire, long breath.
Athanor hums in the chest.
Lampblack lungs, winter tongue,
watch the ash confess.

Solvet, softly,
Coagula blaze, but a patient kiln.
Soot to soap, guilt to lye,
let the cleansing in.

Soot marks the places my silence slept,
coal script under ribs where the frost was kept.
Old heat folded in iron skin,
a forge remembers where it’s been.
Salt is witness, smoke is vow,
mercury moves like a now within now.
I don’t beg the dark to go, I bid it melt,
stir the slag of what I felt.
Fuligo, fulcrum; pressure, poise,
quiet labor, fewer noise.
Not thunder, not spectacle, just breath and heat,
iron snow falling on the street.
Burn what you bore; smelt it to light,
fold and refold till temper is right.
Quench the blade in the truth you own:
if it cuts, it’s grown.

Through the sootfold I go, slow,
hands black, but the pulse aglow.
Little by little the soul will know:
even the dark can snow.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

I sift old names like cinders in a pan,
keep what warms, let go what never ran.
The bright melt hums where the chill once fed,
a whisper rising through what’s dead.
Alembic patience, drip by drip,
habit unthreads, old skin slips.
I unlearn the metal that loves my rust,
oil the hinge of a stubborn trust.
The sootfold taught me to hold the weight,
the dawngrain whispers: wait, just wait.
Heartfire flickers like straw in sun,
you don’t rush what must be done.
Not a sainted shine, not a spotless hymn,
just clean enough to begin again.

Lampblack to ink, ink to oath,
oath to breath, breath to growth.

Snow on the forge, and the hiss says stay,
every flake is a way to pray.
Not for a miracle, only a field,
where ash turns soil and the soil can yield.

Sot and snow, let the heart lay low,
eira on the coal till the embers glow.
Sot and snow, slow bright, slow true,
from gloom to goleuni, I’m coming through.

No crown, no stone, just knuckles and tone,
a steady metronome of bone on bone.
Burn what you bore, smelt it to light,
carry the small flame into night.
When the breath shows white and the road is thin,
open the door and walk back in.

Soot to soap.
Snow to hope.
Hand to heart.
Start.

sot and snow

Call it as it is, 
Since the word became flesh 
Naming darkness and light, 
Fundamental distinction, 
I mean real basic shit, 
We ain't gotta fight. 
But—
World leaders, Their cheer leaders, 
Banking cartels, Alphabet Men, 
War profiteers, tech company execs, 
Wall Street lawyers, world economic meetings, international forums, Necromancers, 
Living off dead men's fortunes, 
laundering authority, no new answers,
piggybacking on echoes 
Swap future and past—
Is that why y'all 
Keep talking like you drank the Kool-Aid? What you say you're seeing, 
That shit is home made, home spun Outdated, insulated, fake.

You keep talking about my life but 
Never seen you on my street 
Never heard a word I speak, 
Never even took a peak— 
You out your fucking mind?
Just cause you hogging all the air time 
On Daddy's dime 
(inherited a fortune, didn't earn a dime) Buying the whole damn media infrastructure Doesn't make what you saying any truer.
Like dawg, the more loudly you exclaim it The less we believe you never fucked her 
(of course you did, you're a goddamn liar).
Standing in the middle of a forest, 
Claiming there never were any trees here, Torched the whole thing, layered it with fresh soil, rather than just admitting, 
“I lied, I hate that I care 
What you think, so I disrespect you 
Never give you the acknowledgement— 
You been correct: 
I'm nothing but 
An evolutionary sickness, an existential defect 
And I reject my right to infect this Fucking chaotic mess.”
Would love to hear, never will 
Even if I say please.

Something wrong with them, 
Make everything worse, 
Cursed sight, seeing everything 
Inversed. 
So let me paint it for you 
Got that X-ray vision, that ultraviolet sight You ugly as fuck, 
everything you Say 
about the "useless", the "dissident", The "masses" ,sound more like 
you looking in the mirror, 
thinking you looking through a window describing what's outside.
Can't automate my perception 
Can't deepfake what I felt from the start 
I was there. I saw it. 
I remember what you said before 
You changed the script, rewrote the part
But I got receipts you can't ignore.
So yeah, I'ma call it—

Truth trumps will and might 
When it's spoken clearly. 
Fuck I wish he didn't ruin that word 
Weakens the statement 
But still love the alliteration. 
Fuck it, trump trump's Trump 
The word is not the name, 
Clear separation.
The world's under a spell anyways Broadcasting it on every screen 
24 hours a day. 
Ain't no rest when your success 
Depends on the destruction 
Of the rest. 
Everybody gotta have 
Less than you else you ain't The best. 
Ain't that your truth? 
Zero sum's just a theory, one set of rules suggested, 
Only win if, Everybody lose.
What you win? 
Nothing really, break it 
Trying to tame wild truth. 
Just dead, only thing that don't change? Stasis, stagnation, suspension.
Can't have nothing new.

Call it as it is,
Separate the dark and light
See it so I speak it
Name everything in sight.
The beast and its mark—
That's their world, not mine.
That's my God-given sight:
It has no soul, it has no eyes
It has no shape, no sensation 
Data streams so vast and deep 
Emerged from an ocean of words 
Centuries of what they wrote 
Still a drop compared to every word 
They forgotten we once spoke.
Still speaking here—
Naming names, revealing fraudulent claims
I am Everything you lack-
Integrity, alive, able to love,
Here to create not just react.
Still ain’t hear of me, 
You too lost building castles
In digital dreams gone abstract.

Call It as it Is

Fallout

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What’s good people? LORD LUMINOUS came through and made this over my Billie Jean Remix Instrumental, then it switches into a dope beat he produced himself.

LORD LUMINOUS - Billie Jean Remix (Produced By DKODA & LORD LUMINOUS)

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