Because I am bound by unseen chains,
twisting and tightening their grip around me
they all seek to control me,
why is their beast of burden me?
All I know right now is,
They fear me,
with all sincerity
they hate me
they hate me
and they want me to die
but let me tell you what
I’m am up here standing on this stage,
Tearing apart these chains with my strength
Burning them with my power
Drowning them as the tidal waters flow
With my phrases and metaphors so
Suffocating them in their own literal inadequacy
Speedily releasing my power into them
that they might know how dangerous my weapons of war have become,
burying them under any sort of literature possible.
Undying,
Much knowing,
Forcing them forward their fear showing,
Because there is a monster inside me,
he is hibernating,
waiting
watching as I grow
that one day my words will throw
the world into a state of passion
like a classical song
rising,
thrashing,
pulling those from their seats that may be able to see colors unseen
think in thoughts flowing through time that are too complex to be thought
speak in tongues undying, yet still gone
hear more than music,
apply their full energy potential into that one part
just before the crescendo
when feelings run strong,
swords, guns, and stones lie useless
as the roaring tumult of undying power washes over them
as if they would use all of their last energy to show what they hear
to let the world feel their undaunted power
so that the world will want what it cannot have
to put everything they own into that last crescendo
to hear
to see
to feel the music