This is a Soul Of A Ryhme.
It begins with art , the
unfolding alignment
of the creative element , its
a phenomenal proccess that awaken
the faculty of speech as we envelope
the flowing tapestry of poetry
in the twisting dimensions of tongues ,
the griots clothes the eternal letters of time
the duration of the ryhme conjures
the evolutions of the wheel of time
as it turns to project a path that
connect truth with myth , something
that encapsulates the presence of
the wonders of your essence in
every aspect of existence ,its the
euhemisation of the mystics,
the realization that questions are
concious beings that seek to find
answers on their own and dawn to
us as spontaneous epiphani
like Newtown ascending in gravity , I
say expirience the bliss of fallen forbiden
fruits , trace the roots of the tree
within the seed , it reveals itself ,
sometimes conjured in visions
and eureka like realizations ,
when it comes you will know ,
the crux is the cruxification of
time as we transcend its limits ,
realise that ryhme is not
merely mirroring phonetics but
formulas and clues to the secrets
of the universe , remember in
the beginning God created the
heavens and earth but some
sought to hide the truth in dubious
symbolism....now you see .
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Now chew the capsules , taste
the doom of lost mankind ,
Will they flood their own creation
with ignorance or drown in amnesia ,
Harbour their damned hope
in the ark of darkness? I'm merely
metaphoring artificial intelligence with the
the superficial tendency of man 's
existence , savour the tragic
mood of the self inflicted apocalypse
in the genesis , I'm maping
the essence of this ryhme, somewhere
is hidden the gene of Isis , our crisis came
when we decided to play nature ,
Feel the synchronization of
rythme of veins , envision it as
red rivers , or multiple streams ,
this is the anomaly of human anatomy
we flow like rivers within.
