Oblivion Lung

As we approach this single frozen moment in a point in time
I'm reminiscing over clovers of quadratic kinds
I'm thinking back to every narrow miss and harrowed time
Every fated archer taking aim to let the arrows fly
I still evaded all the jagged heads that whistled past
Magic missiles threading through the needles that the heavens cast
You call it fortune, but I sermonized the masterclass
Shattered all the javelins that travelled toward my mental mass
My grey matter attracts catastrophes
I duck and weave, mental tactics, no concussions please
The plot'll thicken, within hallowed halls a prophet dreams
But each apostle pays the cost to Mephistopheles
In my impression it all toppled and was lost at sea
Forgotten thoughts falling deeper than a thousand leagues
Eventually, selling souls beneath the ground with ease
We're thick as thieves till we're only bound to memories
We're rolling on, stars rumble and hum
I'm singing hymns stolen straight out from oblivion's lungs
It's melancholic, not the colic of oblivious young
But a battle cry twisted off the tip of your tongue
More than exist, I exhibit the endgame
A moon child driven like a limitless sensei
I speak in chess, slay a gambit intensely
I'm checkmate, the tenant in your head with no rent paid
Nothing can tempt me, I hold contempt for the empty
I'm style, but with substance a plenty
I'm heaven sent like angelical sentries
A seraphim who severed all his feathers on entry
So check the genesis, I've got that Alpha and Omega-ness
The best on any side of the these premises
And in this saga I'm the apogee of Everest
Raw finesse, the evangelion nemesis
Lemme be honest, I'm not far from an anomaly
Comet on collision course to comatose the odyssey
I'm uncommon, a promising space oddity
I crossed a microcosm so nada could ever copy me
It's kotodama with the drama of the parted seas
Flowing through the cosmic prose of each supposed breeze
Autumn leaves falling down among the rows of trees
Saying where I'm at - It's exactly where I'm supposed to be
I can't believe it, man I guess a million eyes could see
There's no surprises in the spirals where the iris leads
Event horizon rising up and mesmerizing me
Internalizing tolls that took ahold of my mythology
And I digress, cause under pressure was the recipe
Freddie said it better than the best - this is my rhapsody
Rap enraptured, so I captured every captioned dream
To craft scenes wrapped and woven in these tapestries