Mysterious

Mysterious
Abel Tasman, New Zealand

March 12, 2011

Our Cinnamon Navy

Our cinnamon navy
 Two hard rocks, baby
Slave machines
Ripping the tides
If you know what I mean
And If you don't 
I'll give you a clue
Tearing the scene 
Just me and you

Street soldiers
Cold as steal
Madness and Sadness
The realest feel
Reverse spirit
Nitrox for breath
Reaper street sweeper
Bringers of death

Our collaboration
Is a thought vibration
Colloquial creation
Voice emancipation 

Two tiny temples
Towering high
I ax for the wrecking ball
You ax me why?

It's enough to want me
Like a precious gem 
But to beg for me
The ruler of men
Is so damn ironic
Entropy and electronic
Blatantly bionic
And Histrionic

I know what you're thinkin' baby
How did this get out of control
I just grab and hold
Hand on the trigger
Kill-switch engaged
Demon of rage
An evil caneevil 
Locked in a cage

Don't fake it fool
I'll take you to school
Where the law of bullets
Are the tools that rule
I'm undeniable and reliable 
Mistakenly viable
With my method of mayhem 
I Pay them
Officers and laymen
Dockets, sonic sprockets
 Eyeball Bottle Rockets  
In my fists
Out flies the dice
With a flick of the wrist

Make a wish mother trucker
I'm certified dope and you're a sucker
I'll ice you fool
Our Navy; our rules.

Fireous words
burning hot
We rage like a storm
We'll never get caught

I'm lazy; you're crazy
Just lookin' out for you, baby
We are the glorious
Notorious 
cinnamon navy

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