Christine

Glass Castles

I critically stretch cynical sketches 
of cylindrical spirals of ajax
I’m clinically depressed 
too many hospital visits 
gettin cyclical 
I never learned a lesson 
my cracked visions go way back
stitched To habitual blessings 
of sacrifical rituals 
When the spiritual essence 
bleeds out my scars 
i aint lion
I’m the king find me inside a sarcophagus
I defy time when i get revived
lyrically presented through evanescence 
At the start of my arrival 
through Chanting sacred mantras
feed you my heart 
through the eye of the mandala
Fuckin with a  juggernaut
When things get physical i go viral
I can tell the future like tarot
but dont mention it
Even if i’m under pressure
My ancestral pressence 
Inhabits my anatomy
resemble frankenstein 
torn apart and reassembled 
in drastic measures
Gettin high 24/7 
so dont get mad at me
Inhaling the frankincense 
in the tabnernacle 
Practically got me seeing God 
in equilateral triangles
Got me speaking in tongues
Bitches can’t understand a fuckin sentence
Because i put the mess in the message
Pickin apart my jaw til i ripped it off 
Using the mandible as a handle 
when i’m holding it by the edges
Trippin when i actually saw it happen 
before my eyes 
but i keep it casual 
speaking to a God feels like a video game 
And my friend keeps picking shang tsung
 “your soul is mine”
Really again?
trying to absorb the chi from my vessel 
Formed by mortal design
In a mortal Kombat 
my bloody roar is incompatible
I’m a fuckin animal 
restless when i feel threatened
Typically a tidally locked criminal
I’m astronomical
Looking into the eyes of a fighter
You’ll drop like a casket at a funeral 
It’s pitiful
My tongues got a fork
too sharp for the apostles
I decode the dead sea scrolls
Better then john marco allegro.
I got a 6th sense 
since then
I see dead people 
when i close my eyes 
a dozen undead cursed brides
From half a hundred past lives 
appear live in my third eye
When the birds fly by 
like black clouds
You better watch out
 got away with double homicide 
Now i need a place to pass out
Word to ya homes 
I take it personal homez 
i murder like crows 
you’re in trouble now
Bury you alive
Come back the next day 
and love you to death
Like a maniacal necrofile 
with every breath 
I’m a pyro 
spittin propane in my Bile 
Don’t mean for the stomache to get upset
 i’m vile like a dragon
When i explode flames 
I get lit like propane 
You don’t know my style
I showed no shame
I go psycho with the girls gone wild.

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