Antimatter Thesis Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

Are you sure I'm heartless?
Flex too hard, I'll disconnect your aorta
I shouldn't, but I outta
Doing work to the pulmonary trunk and veins
Now look who's heart-less?
The Madvillain in the iron mask
Drinking iron from an iron flask
Load the iron into the iron during the Raid
Money Folder
My attitude goes from ninety-six point eight degrees to a smolder
Thoughts frigid, colder
Not ready, never quitting
The double block is a low-high hitting
Strike to the mouth and the sternum
The smolder burns to a pyre and ignites ‘em
Thoughts broken and never ending
My sanity is only hinging
Hell's fire burns and so does Heaven's light too
White kofi and a dashiki
Dogfights, tuskegee
Weapon XI over Weapon X
The healing factor supercharged my cancer
Dead ‘em in three hand signs
Spit fire, shift sand, and hurl condensed spiritual energy