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Date Posted: 18:08:22 11/27/11 Sun
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Misconception Unknown (Cut-Up)

Thought is a surreal lion feasting on teens and elders
In reality, I guess it doesn't make a difference
Opening a book in which I'm labeled as the culprit
Looking for the meedicated mindstate
Contemplating the Taoist concept of now

Unlawful hereafters forever
A cityslicker swimming in a sea of puppets
Nauseous minutes, sicker seconds, I'm winded
I sashay on the shards but that's o.k.
I'm a cultivated cynic

salty waves and the stench of menthol cigarette
a mind given to fits of mania
more often than not they grow to be writers

I'm bombarded by painted claws that sink deep
Trumbones that only play one tone
Shapeless until I see a new fire rise
out of your obnoxious palate
pick it apart until sparks fly

Pick fights with unknown regrets
stale sweat keeping me awake
in a closed space full of melancholy
tasteless, old and all alone so I adapt
a new classicism that has it's own flaws

I've got a freakish mindset
I'll reshape this empty space
Our days in the matrix taught me
That I am nobody, a fresh zombie

I just came here to drink and I became your meal
This story began as a tragicomedy
In the table of contents, skimming through your life story
My own nonsense gives me a sense of antiquity
This is dedicated to my ever waking, real now
I'm suggesting that you reform your empty morals
Bombarded by my misconceptions about
The history of life, it has me trapped
to thi shapeless iota, plagued by death
Trying to remember where I put my glass slippers
my metaphors are all open to suggestion

I finally retired from the rap-battle circuit.

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