RhetoriKvs. Louie Dawgs. (topical)

[Louie Dawgs]

Okay yo..
I just made it 16, I wasn't gonna do 32
Dropping now, I"m gonna be gone later...been busy.


my footsteps silently travel upon broken temples to the lasciviousness of humanity unfurled
The splendor of man, now rendered as nothing more then building blocks for the creation of the natural world
Twain would give but his soul for the irony embedded in this construction
The eventual downfall of the creature, instigated from his own primordial desire for destruction.
My feet grace broken gravel, lonely remants of mans function
The only inhabitants live in a broken corridor, the same one referenced in dylan's soliliquies
Where mankind's desolation and epiphanies reside within the same circle of depravity
Where war and peace take their true positons on the same hemisphere of the human psyche
The corridor's walls are arrayed with images of Hitler and Ghandi correlated under the same colors
The true predisposition of human existance truly realized with no cover
exposes war and peace as the same symbiant, equivalent to a child and mother
indiffusible, they exist, inseperable as well
The human mind the sole creator of mankinds insufferable hell
I leave the corridor for an outdoors covered in a dusty veil
and realize the mother and child are truly Saturn and it's welp
Eventually it will only destroy it's health. The only weapon of mass destruction humanity needs. Itself.

Okay, not the best ever..shoot me.

[Louie Dawgs]

Okay yo..
I just made it 16, I wasn't gonna do 32
Dropping now, I"m gonna be gone later...been busy.


my footsteps silently travel upon broken temples to the lasciviousness of humanity unfurled
The splendor of man, now rendered as nothing more then building blocks for the creation of the natural world
Twain would give but his soul for the irony embedded in this construction
The eventual downfall of the creature, instigated from his own primordial desire for destruction.
My feet grace broken gravel, lonely remants of mans function
The only inhabitants live in a broken corridor, the same one referenced in dylan's soliliquies
Where mankind's desolation and epiphanies reside within the same circle of depravity
Where war and peace take their true positons on the same hemisphere of the human psyche
The corridor's walls are arrayed with images of Hitler and Ghandi correlated under the same colors
The true predisposition of human existance truly realized with no cover
exposes war and peace as the same symbiant, equivalent to a child and mother
indiffusible, they exist, inseperable as well
The human mind the sole creator of mankinds insufferable hell
I leave the corridor for an outdoors covered in a dusty veil
and realize the mother and child are truly Saturn and it's welp
Eventually it will only destroy it's health. The only weapon of mass destruction humanity needs. Itself.

Okay, not the best ever..shoot me.