INFINITY WARS

I make something from nothing

It's my world I construct in

The pillars that crutch it

Constructed of a substance

that functions as a junction

to handle the parameters

of the hadron collider

wired inside of her is a Flux capacitor

Cycling an influx of dark matter particles

at a high enough rate

Until all is composted to a soluble state

 

I drink this concoction and into the nexus

Shadow boxing with monsters

Infected with sepsis

The anaphylaxis sets in

Until my new body detects it

I then dispatch with emotion

Anti -virus for sickness

The whole of the cosmos condensed

until the cosmos as a whole is within

Omnipresence is senseless

as I am the end and beginning

God body flow

Big bang synergy

Fuck how you feel

Nervous system with a dick in it

Gauntlet on my wrist and the gems are infinite

If I punched you in the face

it'll rip a hole in the time-space continuum

Black hole in your soul

suck your all into you

until you spin into

continuous loops

then reverted to primordial soup

Grammatical but practical

Slap your back in two

Hand it back to you

So it's like you lost back to back with one rap

Paranoid like your surrounded

but it's only you surrounding you

Pound this fool into a pound of food

with a power tool until he's particles in a centrifuge

 

An author God to arthropods

I am the sky

I am the law

I am what instills fear

of the dark

I am what compels you

to doubt your heart

I am the Minotaur

I am my own monologue

on how I reconstruct your form

into a unicorn

and switch your genitalia

with the horn

Since you want to be a dickhead

and all...

So much so you're a 1 on 1

A flaccid-horned unicorn

Thinking all is calm

but this is the eye of storm

 

 

Battle raps an acid bath

Wrapped in wrath

Dipped in glass

Black as an unforgotten past

trapped in the form of poisonous gas

tempered with Komodo dragon saliva

as I enter a dojo of vipers

Iron Buddha palms I strike them

like lighting twice inside their minds

with laser like preciseness til they're blind

 

Writer of a pyre of dire

Marko Cain

Bring you the pain you sought

You niggas thought

you had enough jigawatts

to topple my zigurrat?

I, the juggernaut of thought

Who could nullify

the electrical charge

in the quarks of your life force

on a subatomic level

Inoculate you forever

So your soul wanders until oblivion

as it's now incompatible

with anything sentient

 

I, the sty in the eye of the tiger

The guy in the sky

The writer/pit-fighter

I, Knight-rider slash with knives of fire

Omnipotent on a throne that's a golden lotus

I come to evict your soul from the whole quotient

None higher

I, Bio-Booster Armor Guyver

on a Hayabusa with twin shooters

Hero for hire

 

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