Twinn Zeus:
Fought the man in the mirror now I know who the sadist is,
Broken glass in my hands, you can call me Razor Fist,
Iron man chest, metal heart, crude oil mist,
The same way Metal Fingers, crate dig for one hits,
Rare occurrence, foul disturbance,
Lined staircases with servants,
Pay no attention to the spectrum,
From brown nosing centipedes living mouth to rectum,
... Mirroring statutes of REDRUM,
An emblem, a symbol, of the dirty work done,
For the sake of procreation, and economic masturbation,
Through deviant behavior, and divine sensation,
Four eyes that try to encode interpersonal relations,
Into robotic Robotnik round, cyborgs that High-Kick and shoot aircrafts down with sound,
That astound, and only take flight to mock those stuck on the ground,
Busters,
Laughter of the thunderous variety,
All the while silently, the heart beats violently,
At the thought of using spines to build a dynasty,
Who knew the frigid, rigid, soul could identify the irony,
In neutralizing threats righteously,
Protecting the connected,
From the standing armies that have been erected,
In peace time, at the same time using stealth weaponry to go undetected,
Specializing in the over saturation of the tantalizing route they have selected,
Strange those, who alter or change, or offer a different way,
To avoid the same thing over again,
Keep trying, say game over again,
Pitiful bosses, variable movements generated,
Pixelated power moves,
2-D arena encapsulated,
Venue, realm of conscious, fabricated,
Interpolation, precisely stated,
Words transmute scars, you can't erase it,
Vixens, viable options, for desperation pittance,
Varying emotions enter gas chambers, good riddance
Ingest RId_X poison, with Riddick's poise Man
Knows not of gray borders of apathy's stance
Or creation of rebel warzones,
DOING A STUPID HAIRCUT DANCE,
Stock trade grievances turn into rants,
On man's quest to become one and die-a-tribe (diatribe)