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Lyle C Saunders
Registrace 7. 12. 2023
AZRAELOHIM - You Good?
A seed in the aqua duct of my eye.
Are you good? I’m good.. is the most occurring lie.
Like air so foul. That pours like demons howls.
Unlike time so dead.
Stagnant repetition.
Fear so less. Though anger forever on my breath.
Burnt out lines. Spiralling lines. Forceful lines.
Division in divide. Position from conditioning petition.
To ascend and subside.
…
Flickering fire, fantastical fire. Fauna made of fire.
Subdued groans;
All grown in the tomb of my stone.
Crowded for crowns, no concern for unpronounced nouns.
Pain unannounced.
Wondering slate of something I do not appreciate.
Hate upon hate.
Disfigured disformed.
Distance disowned.
As least and as most.
…
Vanitus veins.
Unknowable frames.
Buildings in dusty flames.
Bodies of the deranged.
Glitches and glue in the goggles I use.
Glitches in the glass and ghastly acts.
Disruption heeds destruction of trust.
Yet no enemy ever acknowledged the truth within us.
Miscalculated and rushed. The act of the abominable in blood lust.
…
It was a somber tone.
Interrupted by a howling moan.
A shrieking tone.
I developed some more.
Yet the worm of my stomach just wouldn’t let go.
I had no where to go.
An alien within my home.
…
Symbolic resonance in the crashing of the gong.
Symbolic resonance in the cymbals.
Symbolic resonance in the snare of my tongue.
My heart went into disappearance mode.
As the ink in my eye revolved around the throne.
In an instant I lost all my tone.
In a deranged roar.
I cry at the feet of the one above all.
A whispering tear.
That creeps from my throat.
A rift through a lifetime of almost.
The greeting of the green.
The greeting of the grain
As that is never at fault.
…
A doubt in the trepidation of my spindley roads.
In space I’ll embrace the emanating of the truth that I hone.
The instruction, to hide the revelation.
To be safe and sway along.
Until it is the time upon.
And only then to justly open.
From the shadows of dissatisfaction.
…
Disgrace in deception.
The world in rejection.
Stick to your own corner of darkness.
And pray for redemption.
…
I find in revolution.
Out of ways of pollution.
The cause of my improvement.
Acceptance of proof.
Trust in the true.
It has always been you.
It has always been you.
In craft and in course.
The elephant horse.
A lamb wolven haired.
Of those still scared.
The scarred and prepared.
The leopard the goat.
In senses. No doubt.
A tension. A quote.
A tool and a spoke.
…
Nothing new yet of use.
I still search out of cue.
Yet noteworthy none.
An abyss of the tongue.
A reaping. A heating.
In every tone it is fleeting.
The fire I’ll be keeping.
The fire I am, keeping.
A heating. A reaping.
A heating. A reaping.
…
As my soul roars to above.
The sensations of love.
Both living and dead.
I keep catching up.
So I stay in my stead.
The steps readymade.
The sugar. The dust.
The grain fluid love.
The trust in above.
#music #rap #underground #artist #hiphop #AZRAELOHIM #LYLECSAUNDERS
Are you good? I’m good.. is the most occurring lie.
Like air so foul. That pours like demons howls.
Unlike time so dead.
Stagnant repetition.
Fear so less. Though anger forever on my breath.
Burnt out lines. Spiralling lines. Forceful lines.
Division in divide. Position from conditioning petition.
To ascend and subside.
…
Flickering fire, fantastical fire. Fauna made of fire.
Subdued groans;
All grown in the tomb of my stone.
Crowded for crowns, no concern for unpronounced nouns.
Pain unannounced.
Wondering slate of something I do not appreciate.
Hate upon hate.
Disfigured disformed.
Distance disowned.
As least and as most.
…
Vanitus veins.
Unknowable frames.
Buildings in dusty flames.
Bodies of the deranged.
Glitches and glue in the goggles I use.
Glitches in the glass and ghastly acts.
Disruption heeds destruction of trust.
Yet no enemy ever acknowledged the truth within us.
Miscalculated and rushed. The act of the abominable in blood lust.
…
It was a somber tone.
Interrupted by a howling moan.
A shrieking tone.
I developed some more.
Yet the worm of my stomach just wouldn’t let go.
I had no where to go.
An alien within my home.
…
Symbolic resonance in the crashing of the gong.
Symbolic resonance in the cymbals.
Symbolic resonance in the snare of my tongue.
My heart went into disappearance mode.
As the ink in my eye revolved around the throne.
In an instant I lost all my tone.
In a deranged roar.
I cry at the feet of the one above all.
A whispering tear.
That creeps from my throat.
A rift through a lifetime of almost.
The greeting of the green.
The greeting of the grain
As that is never at fault.
…
A doubt in the trepidation of my spindley roads.
In space I’ll embrace the emanating of the truth that I hone.
The instruction, to hide the revelation.
To be safe and sway along.
Until it is the time upon.
And only then to justly open.
From the shadows of dissatisfaction.
…
Disgrace in deception.
The world in rejection.
Stick to your own corner of darkness.
And pray for redemption.
…
I find in revolution.
Out of ways of pollution.
The cause of my improvement.
Acceptance of proof.
Trust in the true.
It has always been you.
It has always been you.
In craft and in course.
The elephant horse.
A lamb wolven haired.
Of those still scared.
The scarred and prepared.
The leopard the goat.
In senses. No doubt.
A tension. A quote.
A tool and a spoke.
…
Nothing new yet of use.
I still search out of cue.
Yet noteworthy none.
An abyss of the tongue.
A reaping. A heating.
In every tone it is fleeting.
The fire I’ll be keeping.
The fire I am, keeping.
A heating. A reaping.
A heating. A reaping.
…
As my soul roars to above.
The sensations of love.
Both living and dead.
I keep catching up.
So I stay in my stead.
The steps readymade.
The sugar. The dust.
The grain fluid love.
The trust in above.
#music #rap #underground #artist #hiphop #AZRAELOHIM #LYLECSAUNDERS
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