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from Complex Warrior by Apex

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Dionysian desperado/destroy to rebuild the motto
Seems society's a travesty/hell bent on bringing breath to me
But simultaneous stemmin/of all my cranial weapons
A cavity with all the virulent venom/I been collecting

And it sits like a coal/within the soul
That's burning but never turning/failing all the tests of Turing
My talent seems reassuring/but money is Epicurean
Matter that doesn't matter/just a point within the splatter

But might as well be cadavers/for all that the public chatters
Seems a little boy can read/ha ha/good on you slacker
But riches'll bring the bitches/and scholars'll bring convictions
That fuck up a golden system/so they dead faster than wit is

The torrid storm is a form/on horizons within the island
of augery fuelled by artistry's/martyrs and simple simons
Or so they seem to sound/when pronounced within the bounds
Of a biased room full of liars/that pious men try to buy with a

Ticket to highest heaven/costing dollars from the devil
That dreamed of being dreamed/by Milton within the level
But he's just another author/and I'm just another rapper
Who'll be dead before his work/can be shattered like simple matter

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from Complex Warrior, released August 31, 2014

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