The Elysianist.

The Elision. 

It all depends who told it but I've been told,

He didnt sell his soul, 

He gave it, 

When,

End game became

 get famous, 

So where the devil told em to trace it, 

I  traced it,

Then retraced it

Stole the original too and erased it,

 escaped then 

Switched the trick blade back to the serrated 

And operated. 

Where on the table the spine turns,

momentarily,

                           steel,        

                                     plated,

While I,

 made mistakes that leave the saw blade still spinning,

                          dripping solemn,

                                     cinnamon kisses 

while I'm 

Stalling to mark the victim,

then,

 patiently explain sagaciously with patience suggestive of practice with ancients 

For ages,

But,

Hesitatingly aware of the words 

Appearing from thin air I declare 

Insanity has officially been reinstated. 

Apocalypse :

Engaged unchained and contagious.

So if you have any reservations left currently, 

Or if any courtesy was not observed perfectly, 

It's to late to change it,

and its easier to forget memories than to make them,

So I'm,

On the death bed,

naked

Contemplating,

which memories truly were mine,

But 

 imaginations designs have been compromised  by a curiosity that's never been sated,

So I take all my wishes and enslave them until all my dreams are dead at my feet and I've slain them, 

And

My thirst was gone,

Because,

I slaked it

And

Every chance you missed I wasn't to busy to take it, 

Because pretending to be something for that that long made you became it, 

So I didn't have to fake it 

I,

Just had to be patient,

Because,

Every deserted king knows the pain it takes to steal the light of the people,

That actually went out to

                           make  it,

Because paradise wouldn't exist without balance coming from more evil places

That I came from. 

So we tipped the scales,

Saying we were 

Undeserved but absurdly observably

Thirsty for the opportunity 

To return, 

To the surface catch a breath and keep chasing, 

The schemes they named worthless,

The recipe for disaster being contained only by my hesitation to exclaim,

God save the weak,

And

Now,

Spirits,

Awaken.

Realizing too late he'd have served any god that'd take him,

Eviscerated the  binds

But,

Everybody was to busy to take him

As seriously as it should have been 

Taken,

                 When god

 stated.. 

Lets, 

Roll the dice and leave the reputation forsaken, 

    

   A legacy left dead at the scene of the pay check.. 

So He forsook his god and left the world, unsure, if it was meant to be,

Or if he'd   just disturbed the subtle course of prophecy that should have been the one thing he made time to save it, 

If only he'd paid it more heed the ideas he'd believed in,

It maybe would have gave him the abilities he'd needed to finally be leaving for edom

So I leave hi'm, 

To steal back my freedom

And 

the first time it made you nervous 

Like

You didn't deserve it,

the accolades 

                               Displayed,  

were

plagued,

 by lack of purpose  

And so lead the,

 Gomorhan  parade that made everybody nervous 

When every

colloquially stated statement was belied by paradigms that had since became outdated,

And,

Last resorts constantly being used and created, 

So I state it,

we'll find you every time you produce more methods that's basic,

While you

basically abate every hour spent waiting for the inspiration to let you go and come out of the basement cause it been 

Holding me hostage,

 for 

days and my sense of times been sabotaged then just completely dissipated into a disappointing couple lines that boldly exaggerated  opinion of hatred,

that I came with,

So when I say it's my time to shine I mean  I'm a prism of light that's been   drastically displaced 

Into a tragedy I faced but overcame it.

Before they could impose their beliefs that we feel we don't need in their ways that were stasis

So boldly stated

its not just big bones its thick skin 

And old  souls patiently waiting to be awakened in a realm 

While the common man might do all he can to

Escape them, 

While,

I drowned calypso and stole his soul 

So,

chase them 

relentlessly with impatience,

Back Into my original  soul where they came from. 

From black rock to Na'Sasans basement.

Like I said,

its where we came from.

The legacy that doesn't die behind the disguise of chivalry.