So say we all until the last to fall
These days too relent
From crumbled walls we stand tall
Without fear at all do you now recall
What foresight prevents
From heel to palm of the bearer’s pall
We hear the call unafraid of squall
We shall soon lament
Only rook’s stall could cease our haul
The thrall’s shawl befalls these scrawls
The black sacrament
The waltz, stalled, crawls clawing the halls
Walls? Aren’t they meant to fall?
As shifting sediment
Basalt appalled upended Nepal
Assaults us all unending fatàle
A new soul repents
The vaults installed a sultry drawl
Without default we sail in yawls
About the Creator
Kuro Seijaku
“Kuro Silence (Seijaku) is a rapper/producer from Baltimore, Maryland. From trap to experimental, Kuros work defies normative currents of Hip-Hop’s soundscape with his work ethic and forays into Hip-Hop’s many sub-genres.”
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This was both very profound and thought provoking! Fantastic poem!
Your rhyming is flawless and dizzying. A game of chess. a battle royale. Yep. Dizzying.