The Scythe in the bony hand

I. Assuming the form to storm the throne

I’m hero to the world

Blood and thunder

Rushing through me

Till my idea gets unfurled

I start a chain reaction

Which stirs a million souls

Infringing all the copyrights

Is my only goal

Master of the streets

Bullet proof and bound for glory

Industries at my feet

Guess who’s the new folklore, ME!!

Running wild and free

No one dares to stand before me

That’s my destiny

To provide everything for free

I can see my future

Writings on the wall

Legend in my lifetime

Stories will recall

The ministry of thievery

II. No one escapes us in this Golden Age

Day turns to night as I kreate

With the torrents in my comp, the cops I’ve to evade

Stalking the industry to seek out their blood

With a million peers for support, there is no blockade

My only aim is to share with many lives

The more the better I feel

My only pleasure is to hear many hi-5s

From those elated by my steal

To make you more available

Is all I wanted to see

Manifesting in many systems

Means satisfaction to me

Look into my eyes don’t you see any love?

No, there is no agony

I can’t wait to make you famous

Just be free and be free

Now that my mission is done

Your music though owned, has never been billed

I return to my dominion

And the wanderlust in me is stilled

Let me take you down

Deeper than you know

Reality is gone

Yet so much left to show

Let me take you down

Let us look inside

There’s still so much to come

It would be time to say goodbye

Forget about the money

Fame is what you need

If fame’s what you’re thinking

then why this trivial greed

Misery replaced by constant ecstasy

Existence of a better kind

Waits for me and waits for thee

As our minds become forever free

Free of fear free of rage

Welcome to this the Golden Age

The commission of larceny

III. The Avarice for malignancy grows while Men retrograde

It’s The Bizarre Bazaar of Murder

Every part of their mind set to procreate torture

A trail of mayhem is the path they walk

They’re birth marked Psychopaths

Enter my household, exit in red

Their sole satisfaction is to see me being bled

They perceive callous aberrations

Yet all facets of existence are absent in them

They want deface the BAY

For that, they’ll have to come back another day

Avarice of malignancy, distorted and skewed

The decaying of vermin an intoxicating brew

Governments become emotion mongers

Merely collateral to their relentless anger

I’m carelessly torn asunder

My thoughts curbed by their dominating grope

For my eradication they even gerrymander

They demonstrate their grand forlorn hope

Dedicated to corrupt life

Man is now a castigation addict

To pick from a plethora of chastisements, puts me in strife

For their tortures must be hand-picked

They can’t restrict me from this urge to deride

They can’t resist me the impulse to vilify

The legation of pilferage

IV. Await the Unending

Governments read out their own obituary

The self inflicted malady

The elegy attended by plenary

Drawn from their own perfidy

Their wills, lay bare beyond their facade

Reflecting their avaricious thoughts

Endured for more than a decade

Enter the eternal era

Of re-awakened comprehension

Begin the age of eternity

Their souls, caught in perpetual convulsions

Governments relinquish their reign vengeance

Though frequencies shudder

Awestruck, they stare at our resurgence

In the wake of the histories

Of the futures

Of genesis

I realize my visions of omnipotence

And our triumph over their chevisance

To recreate matter

And bring forth solitude to my clique

Resplendence to our brothers

With the redolence of their putrescence oblique

To fathom from the past

And give to the future

A perfect notion

While my organs suture

My cogitation of Emotion will

Manifest into the existence of my infinity…

I was…

I am…

and will, forever be…

Enforce the words no more, be free

With us you might just find serenity

Welcome to the embassy of piracy.