Eloquant Acumen Poem by Malevolent M.c

Verse 1
It's difficult to find the words for a particular beat, sometimes it doesn't come, sometimes it flows naturally My mind speaks for me, says the things that i think, my mouth only opens, when it's time to breath. You see for me, it isn't just to mutter a word or a sentence, every flaw acknowledged comes with some repentance.
This session expressing the aggressions of confessional congretion Their obsessional oppresion leads to the professional suppresion. No such natrual selection, brain split, moral ethic recollection disection, my eloquant reflection affection goes the direction of infection protection.
Enjection comes with no rejection of the section deep into the vain, flow through the bloodstream, deep into your brain, making apparent and clear, the pain of every single song you hear me explain.


Chorus
Trying to express a piece lyrically of my needs, in the hours of darkness, turn to the blindones to lead, one must do whatever it takes, in the end to suceed, continually planting the seed in the will of the prudent, an axiom in itself unbreakably proven, the concentrated will of all of the humans, the voice of the generation revolution of students.. this is my eloquant acumen

Verse 2
This is sort of a creativity epiphany solilquy. Metaphors and similies, characterizing of my abilities. Considering the tyranny, Of the position, ignition volition! join me, if we've got the same mission.
No permission for submission, theres no questions to voice. Petition their visions, and you've got to do it by choice.
Society is the difference between the girls and the boys, pay attention to the axioms, and not to the coys. in the end, whatever it leaves is void or destroyed.
But i never really enjoyed choosing the sides, but always there are those who seem to chastize, flew the flag of surrender in grafitti skies, trying to customize their fallicies in the pits of my eyes, is there no one listening to the deafening cries Realized and enticed, perplexed to vexx, but it fails to vice.

Chorus
Trying to express a piece lyrically of my needs, in the hours of darkness, turn to the blindones to lead, one must do whatever it takes, in the end to suceed, continually planting the seed in the will of the prudent, an axiom in itself unbreakably proven, the concentrated will of all of the humans, the voice of the generation revolution of students.. this is my eloquant acumen


Verse 3
Retribution to your fusion, translucent to the lucid, malevolent and the putrid, your a nusance to the students, the conclusion comes soonest to the inherently clueless, at the end of the day, your either tired or ruthless. It's so simple i feel i've always knew this, it was something aqquired, sometimes to survive, become a hellhound for hire, eyes down the sight, it's easy pull the trigger to fire. The lyrics are designed to lift an inspire the choir to sing a song to extinguish the flame, of the broken agreements, isn't the same as doing it with mentality of the insane. Oxymoronic demonstrations of the arcane campaigns that remain entertained, now.. is all that i've said here today been in vain?

chorus
Trying to express a piece lyrically of my needs, in the hours of darkness, turn to the blindones to lead, one must do whatever it takes, in the end to suceed, continually planting the seed in the will of the prudent, an axiom in itself unbreakably proven, the concentrated will of all of the humans, the voice of the generation revolution of students.. this is my eloquant acumen