Fell to Savages

I had no time, for school
in my words, was a Israelite
leading the war, against the wolves

My mission, was to over come
the system, with production
pen capsules is burnt out, ink shells from hustling

My dimension is light speed
so time machines are busting

Variate my configuration
to meet the confrontation head on

I, flea on secretariat or Pegasus, to get my write on
smoke one down to the dirt
and then, I get my flight on

This is a market for kings, shatter into fragments
big bang theory reaction, state your combatence

Watching cowards, leap like rabbits
over the praise of cabbage
being pimped and over worked for packages

They fell to savages

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)