Black Book vs. Insuppressible

[Black Book]

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Black Book vs. Insuppressible

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@Insuppressible

[Black Book]

Who Made Guilt-Free?

Halls of grandeur led me to the heart of this ominous structure
A heart beating with a darkness that made my confidence rupture
For I am a pariah; a heathen who crawled from the bottomless gutter
A poor brute that would usually be ignored by the opulence clustered
But today, oh today, they had summoned me as an honorary guest
But this was no honor; instead I trekked along on a scary quest
Into the belly of the beast as the object they longed to bury next
Upon my arrival, eyes cascaded over me in a glare of abhorrence
Today controlled my tomorrow; I knew to beware the importance
They sought to dissect me; they had prepared in accordance
A pompous man sat in the center and his chair was enormous
Remains of the previous honorary guests suggested the worst
Bones boiled in a wicked brew - not the most majestic of works
But they sought even more blood and gore; I detested the thirst
I lost any hope I had had and questioned if I had even possessed it at first
The judge brought down his gavel causing the processions to commence
Persecution replaced prosecution despite my objections for defense
My appointed attourney was hostile; his resentment towards my suggestions was immense
Whatever happened to the burden of proof?
Why was it replaced with the perversion of truth?
And the members of the jury were in fact no peers of mine
I heard condescending comments muttered between the cheers of wine
They were living in the now; I fought for future years in time
They were from a place where fear and desparation never nears the mind
How could they fairly judge someone from a land of tears and grime?
I was no angel; crimes had been committed but it was only to live
I was no murderer, no predator anyone could never fully forgive
But they sought to paint me as an unrighteous heathen
A hell-born, heartless, lifeless demon
And they did this without even the slightest reason
Talking as if they were the righteous men of a pious legion
When the verdict came, I was failed by law and order
Without evidence, I had been sentenced to be drawn and quartered
Why? Because surely I must be the reason for the darkness
Somewhere they had drawn a correlation between poor and heartless
Yet they were the monsters who sought a source to harvest
They were the sadistic men yearning to explore a carcass
Money cannot buy happiness; money cannot buy health
That is what I was always told to tell myself
Yet my guilt and my fate were somehow determined by my wealth

-Black Book

[Insuppressible]

Wisdom from Persecution
A revolution of the minds, but the mass wants to abrogate,
Afraid of the punishment, I don’t have an advocate,
Meanwhile, Lady Fairness is out of balance, there’s only presurmise
I feel Hades breath when I hear the amount of madness; they speak w/ blurred eyes.

Standing up for what’s right; I guess they don’t want to sit with the lord,
Man is fucked cos talk’s like there’s only one openin like kissin a broad.
Cos The laws that govern the citizens,
Are thwart and summon the innocent.

So they don’t listen, but I’m at my hearing,
Adamant Christians believe that i’m seering,
But I’m an idealist with the purest intentions,
Wanting what’s right, fearless in the bullets direction,
Because I’ve been targeted, like an archery bullseye,
They looking at me, arguing, “we should harvest his body for his larceny you guys”

They pin me down, stabbing my exterior that’s no cushion cradle,
The brightness in the room is covered by the bodies, dragging me to the wooden table,
They lay me out, spreading my arms like it’s a crucifixion,
They mainly shout, telling I can’t survive this jurisdiction.

The unique sound of the dog drags me quiver, I’m froze to the groan,
The amplification of a hungry growl that’s known to be code,
That I’m someone that’s too close to his bone.

But what do I do? All this for the simplest envision,
A unified world, that’s not grimaced or viscious..

Arms with metal cleavers & pitchforks,
The public are mental retards w/ sick thoughts,
Thinking they can settle dreamers in its court.
That’s when the crowd becomes silent,
The loudness and riot,
Ironically denounced quick with violence,
Shouting; “This Tyrant, we shall pounce with our vibrance! Announcing he will die quick!”

Judge: I now proclaim death upon, shall these sinners get burnt!

Accepting my fate, I quiver n’ churn.
The shouting begins again, and the pain of the blade is subsided by the reality of death,
All because of the proclamation that I’m a separatist with the mental capacity that’s perplexed ,
So the tantalising tenses tormenting my anatomy has left,
I’m left as a fatality, last breath….

Although it’s such a materialist age,
There’s no hope to go back te realist of ways,
You can’t save the scripture, it’s a dis-heartened future,
But I know my name will go down, in scripted, as Martin Luther.

---------- Post added at 07:14 PM ---------- Previous post was at 07:08 PM ----------

Expo: Martin Luther, persecuted by the Catholic church because he opposed some of their teaching in the 14th or 15th century from what i remember.

thought both painted a vivid picture, briefly i thought one was more consistent in regards to vocabulary and smoothness of the rhymes making it a more enjoyable read.


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