Endtime

BLACKHANDPATH

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This day and time
Apache line
You wanna be a victim? I’ll victimize
Human landmine go

Low and behold another one folds
Another hashtag protest
Another trashtag context
Upon reflection I’m done stressing

I’m just between the crime scenes
From the hundred years war to the crimea
With a lance and a musket and a roman spear
Just another place and point card cheater

Up against the wall
It doesn’t really matter how you go once you’re gone
I predict the downfall of us all
All of all

These are my terms

The chariot still swing low
The ships still full of cargo
These are my terms
I accept no deviation from what I'm tracing
A painting of hatred
Artwork is what I'm creating

May my brain be exposed
May the unknown be disrobed
Recreationally offended
Dummy shit children
Big mouth when you can blend in
But no shouts when confronted and you know they listening

We scripture rippers
No sutures future
Intake outake
I got that metal gear hex
Parasite strains, son
Seriously I don’t think you wanna be to near to me
Clearly and sincerely
It’s metastasized
They alive
They alive

I just filed the papers
Confirming nuclear annihilation
The sky fallen cloudburster
Check the report it only gets worser

Tidal waves at all rival’s face and
Nothing but timeless days in the ocean basin
Revenge it tastes fresh
Bring life bring death
Filled lungs no breath

War zone
In the whole ozone
Leave this place
For you own sake

Oooh there’s some bitches amidst
Some pussies hiding in the mysts
Let the man speak
Let the man sink or swim by his own means

I ain’t in the victimized scene
Can’t marginalize me
With lies, marginal or otherwise
Don’t try downpress me
I seen life as a casualty
Of the worldwide misery
And I’m cursed to know that history
I see you shaking over threats we making
You too used to those who faking
When you laid in state I’m the one desecrating
Think I'm playing
Think I'm playing
They wanna mute the fury
And track your google queries
Misleading and seeking your weakness
I'll take what’s mine I ain’t conceding shit

We been eaten new age bread and circus
Political sermons delivered via digital circuits
With a criminal purpose

These are my terms