Sacrificial Lamb

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Smooth hits like jazz, music in the notes that haven't swarmed
I lean into my work until the pad is more dolabriform
Tattered, worn, like the ballad born in a cold and savage storm
I don't come in the most average form
I battle scorn, like I've been tryna get my mind right
But living in the limelight's a killer on the eyesight
I recognize What I Got could crumble into dry rot
But then again, I might climb right to Sublime heights
And this divine plight, it's awful far-fetched
Yet the bard sets the bar extra tall, regardless
I came to spark sess, I aim to clarify
Hanging in the dark less, the paradigm of terrified
I kept a careful eye out for any devilment
And every type of venom that threatens the self-betterment
Sets to revel in, any lucky suspects
Let 'em in, ruffle through my guts like a haruspex
Godless man, spotless lamb, not a fan
Of the opulent, fodder plans, or offers of promised land
So you can review the blood, reopen sutures
Reach through the guts like, we own the future
Ruminate on inquiries itching to stay rhetorical
And make the allegorical literal, playing oracle
Your posse wasn't quick to disabuse the frauds
Who picked apart my shriveled liver for the disapproving gods
I'm getting better like a fine wine
Inscribe lines to quiet the panic inside of my mind
I'll diss you like nine times, clip you by your lifelines
In my prime, I'm dynamic, damn I can write rhymes
I'm too intractable to act natural, an insurgent
The Pen Surgeon, this balladeer with a grim burden's
Been searchin' needlessly dense, primed to mince words
And leave you feeling needles and pins, like a pinched nerve
Eyes scan the sky, worried it's a scam that I'm
Clumsily chasing, like maybe there's not a grand design
Notwithstanding, time presses on and we stamp unkindly
Notions till we've tampered chanted lines to frantic pantomime
Tackle plans, craft a ramshackle stack of tracks to pan
Back your clan, maybe capture magic if you can
The sacrificial lamb, who came to give 'em hell
While they sift and dwell on my blemished liver's tissue cells
Godless man, spotless lamb, not a fan
Of the opulent, fodder plans, or offers of promised land
So you can review the blood, reopen sutures
Reach through the guts like, we own the future
Ruminate on inquiries itching to stay rhetorical
And make the allegorical literal, playing oracle
Your posse wasn't quick to disabuse the frauds
Who picked apart my shriveled liver for the disapproving gods

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