Oblivion Lung

As we approach this single frozen moment in a point in time I'm reminiscing over clovers of quadratic kinds I'm thinking back to every narrow miss and harrowed time Every fated archer taking aim to let the arrows fly I still evaded all the jagged heads that whistled past Magic missiles threading through the needles that the heavens cast You call it fortune but I sermonized the masterclass Shattered all the javelins that travelled toward my mental mass My grey matter attracts catastrophes I duck and weave, mental tactics, no concussions please The plot'll thicken, within hallowed halls a prophet dreams But each apostle pays the cost to Mephistopheles In my impression it all toppled and was lost at sea Forgotten thoughts falling deeper than a thousand leagues Eventually selling souls beneath the ground with ease We're thick as thieves till we're only bound to memories We're rolling on, stars rumble and hum I'm singing hymns stolen straight out from oblivion's lungs It's melancholic, not the colic of oblivious young but a battle cry twisted off the tip of your tongue More than exist I exhibit the endgame A moon child driven like a limitless sensei I speak in chess, slay a gambit intensely I'm checkmate, the tenant in your head with no rent paid Nothing can tempt me, I hold contempt for the empty I'm style, but with substance a plenty I'm heaven sent like angelical sentries A seraphim who severed all his feathers on entry So check the genesis, I've got that alpha and omega-ness The best on any side of the these premises And in this saga I'm the apogee of Everest Raw finesse, the evangelion nemesis Lemme be honest, I'm not far from an anomaly Comet on collision course to comatose the odyssey I'm uncommon, a promising space oddity I crossed a microcosm so nada could ever copy me It's kotodama with the drama of the parted seas Flowing through the cosmic prose of each supposed breeze Autumn leaves falling down among the rows of trees Saying where I'm at, it's exactly where I'm supposed to be I can't believe it, man I guess a million eyes could see There's no surprises in the spirals where the iris leads Event horizon rising up and mesmerizing me Internalizing tolls that took ahold of my mythology And I digress cause Under Pressure was the recipe Freddie said it better than the best, this is my Rhapsody Rap enraptured, so I captured every captioned dream To craft scenes wrapped and woven in these tapestries