The Stomach of Tartarus

Levels, yo, it's Prometheus, Wade
I was amazed at slaves who came To play though in an allegorical Cave
Games and charades and spades Are being played while learning How free men were saved
It's Prometheus, Wade, I came to Speak to slaves who, sleeping in Graves, they reap

With a blade while seeking his Shade, leaping with faith as they Eager to bathe in Jesus
Gaze
Legions of demons afraid, Screaming and leaving ablaze
Heathens parade, so they float, Sail, then boat like Venetians and Polynesians in waves

All kinds of hordes, trying to find Remorse for being the reasons Families whinin more
Than Pinot Grigio being poured By Bacchus in a glass of Dionysus After crying on the
Floor or puffing Monte Cristo's Cigars behind bars because he was Wrongfully charged like
The book by Alex Dumas I aim to Enlighten, like lightning hitting Elijah's chariot

The types is various, but it's like a Sagittarius with a Stradivarius, Bearing water like the badge
Of Aquarius
Aquarians in aquariums, my God, Been water bending, Abba Father Been aqua dripping, sipping
Now I'm knowledgeable, but don't Rock with the bull like Argonautical or the Gnostic

Writtens
I thank God for God's forgiveness
You ever been to Tartarus, Sparring with Spartacus, till Sparta, tears his knee cartilage
All cause I was running from a Gunman who was searching for The sunken treasure of the

Abundance that could turn one's Life from something out of Nothing
The kiss of death left me Perplexed, her lips caused me to Invest in her address
Duress was a state I visited Frequently, a free king who knew Her frequency
Artemis left me with Nyx in the Abyss to be an armored prince left With armaments

Nyx reminds me that I'm without Armored men
I'm just a boy who harness the Wind
Her kiss is bone chilling, like a Cryogenic Skelator
, Left me as a narcoleptic on Heaven's
Floor

Right at the steps of my Cerebellum door, wars become Dwarfed, but rest assured, then
I'm able to resort as a raven Forevermore
The molestation was an Infestation, an incantation of my Sins damnation, enslavement Chance on
Plantations

Can't erase the cries heard from Heroes in distress, bedded Maidens being sent by a dead
End satan
Minds were decaying as monikers Looked to astronomers before They measured the
Shock like

Voltometers, parental advisory Was advising me to speak up Against the tyrants tiring entire Needs
And
Not thinking they would behave With the utmost propriety, Unexpectedly, I moped around Quietly
Thinking if my friends knew What's going on inside of me, They would've started rioting

Over societies entirely
But I wish instead of my Inebriated piety, the stories Would've popularized my sobriety
I mean, I needed healin to feel Godly, yet death pointed this Arrow to my body
I was intended to be on tendon, However I pierced my tendon, Thought it was supposed

To be invincible, thinking if I led In churches while holding pencils To temples
My penetration was a Demonstration, talks of a Maccabean revolt, I hear demons Screaming
As they haul, I'm feeling lost, due To the lack of seeing results
Freedom is aloft, yet complexity Is built by tears that have formed a Gulf

I built Atlantis with river sticks, Yet blinded by the river's mist
Death has given me more colder Shoulders than cannibalistic Eskimos speaking Inuit
I'm in the shade like Morpheus, I'm Orpheus, using my pencil as An instrument against the
Contentious temptress in Genesis

Felt like I was in limbo till I Became a nimbus, trying to die to Self till I see the resemblance
Ay yo, every verse be protruding When, I'm fusing with Tertullian, Bringing a lapis lazuli
In, when dropping jewels again, In a pool full of fooled Julians, Trying to rule a school
Full of hooligans

It's all praise be to the one who Great, like Caesar's ghost, the kin Of Moses
Confeying the emotions of Theologians, the spokesmen, who They put their hope in
Representing for the vocal chords Of the broken
I'm pitching hope to every great Showman who knows no end

Every verse be protruding when, I'm fusing with Tertullian, Bringing a lapis lazuli in
When dropping jewels again, in Pool full of fooled Julians, trying To rule a school full
Of hooligans
It's all praise be to the one who Great, like Caesar's ghost, the King of Moses

Conveying the emotions of Theologians, the spokesmen, who They put their hope in
Representing for the vocal chords Of the broken
I'm pitching hope to every great Showman who knows no end