(Malt Liruoqs)
Slow march, cold to the bone, harsh winter,
parched lips, snows locked in a froze grip,
prose flipped, poems and odes get code shift,
ancient architecture all ripped,
when the blood of the sun drops with no drip,
months are long like a lone trip,
the souls death throws won’t oppose this slow march,
owed to the patterns not the benchmark,

spoken of through all the petals on the desert,
broken rungs, wolf nestled with the shepard,
the coldest tongue couldn’t wrestle from the weather
all embellishment of heaven, fall as heavy as a feather,
last branch, hanging from a tether, raw like leather,
how it disguises the demise amongst the tall, hide better,
climb, effort tied to lines, lineage like a spiders twine,
it shines wetter,

those are trying times,
align the spine, a blind effort, chiro head work,
tie the neck or die a peasant in this network,
doing fine,
lose the pressure, grueling measures in that sweatshirt,
bet the winners prove the lesser,
move to stressors,
who’s this guy trying to pry my head,
sir, this entire thing is dead
weren’t you siring steeds bred, for the fire ring,
tired of imbibing, but i need to have my daily bread

HOOK(burns)
end of the line, end of the race, when time has all but been erased
and the skies, paralyzed with a lie for the ages,
watch them die in their cages

(Malt Liruoqs)
clear off the top, remove the meddle,
shear the crop, juice the pedal,
fear is not the truth to level
the tooth too loose to settle,
to adopt is groom, adapt or doom,
or pass the broom, last in line, past your prime,
master this or time will loom,

high like noon, shine like icarus in vibrant hues,
violent fumes, protein fries, dive like tidal blues
seas of rue, swallow all the gulls we feed it silt,
keep the kingdom built, our empire, free of guilt,

if the sequence ever felt the pull, unravel now,
give the heathens all the methadone and shallow crowns,
skin and bones, give them creedence, till we sit them down,
handing them the keys to the woodshed, they got no exit out
hook(burns)

(Ish)
name fronts made of clay shunts
tail play bunts told by lame runts
fully paid funds taken saence
ghost complaint hunts
sniffing shame stunted sane cunts

snotty being little stings
when buzzards borrow bumble wings
fumble drinks mead manufactured honey slinks
comb tooth nail pouring font an' fingered brail
they'll have a hex snap texture lash and whip
break wreckedge step with hands
be quite sins where pen in s t r u ment will
trance in latency err whore bodied languid
frayed noose dance
for the gallow trap mouth open glance
tell us jokes, under breath
here the old me chants

Hook(burns)

(Ish)
uthentication frequency vibrations playing 12 sphere longitudinal lagging tail wagging dog
3rd dimensional matrices take degrees off the scales you are accustomed to clearing the fog
Rotate 45 Capri cancer corn and topical ointment back rubs a tiger balm
Lattice lettered chain link Cube cage matches and crystals reflecting oh so much light
The rite presaging ages raged just to the machines capacity only to step aside and let his Cubs Roar finish the job
Put your left hand in pull your left hand out put your left hand in cave your chest and clear your spout
Gravity pull all the organs out
pipe down drowned out by gurgling
rib cages
spread eagle reared and ready to support wings