Yugen Blakrok - 05 Morbid Abakus (Anima Mysterium)

Descendant of the walkers of the sun's melting surface,

Cult wordsmith

A grain of sand glowing from future furnaces

Swimming in waves of radiant energy

The case of the evergreens, succumbing to the flow of chi

I am just a black and brown polymer of chemicals

Expanding in waves like drums echoing from Senegal

Watching solar empires burn like hell-fires

Brimstone smoke, sulphuric souls ascending higher

I whisper to that dangerous silence inside the witching hour

A sliver of a silver light, anointed in night showers

Astral projecting and hovering over Roswell

I break bricks over break-beats, a classic gem like Orwell's

I'm unnatural, naturally

Surrounded by three angels as time curves in front of me

To trace the line of my birth, I'm both gifted and cursed

By a 13-fold gravitational wave when Luna finally orbits my Earth

Counting in tune with higher realms

The Likeness Of A Man,

Each breath connected to next, eloquent godhead

I out-riot the wild style, out-rhyme, out-flow the Nile tides

My squad, bright minds like Einstein

Darksiders whisper names with eyes wide

Fear, awe and loathing divided by thin, tight lines

I read between them perfect, overlapping circles

Flower patterns shaped like hexagons on turtles

I rotate slow, unfolding like growing roses

Directing the path my fire-chariot goes in

Peace to all the four winds, seven heavens in flames and lightning

Circle the solar centrepiece solo when I'm rhyming

Anchored from the spine, the sleeping snake soon comes awake

From the base, radiates energy that permeates a space

Breed obscurity on journeys embarked

My brightest thoughts hide inside the light

Like Thom Edison's fear of the Dark