Pier Freestyle

This the nerd, who ain't got his revenge yet
Loss of words, what verbs are there to repent best

So is this world demolished polished or well built
More dollars are harvested the wider the pages filled
At least before the appearance of beasts
Big eyes breaching whenever the lie preaching is ceased
The mind screaming for divine reason to define freedom
My sensors mine readings from the past
Leading seeds to adapt to heathens
He then seized them though he lacked allegiance
Kept them reading knows their lack of seekings
Now peep the axis ceiling
Never existed, perception a deceptionist
The heavens and the mount of sevens share the same receptionist
The mic sitting in silence listening to me lecture it
It's probably wiser than Plato when Socrates is next to him
My peers I view Wes, too stretched, and few are best
Use less to contemplate though background's pretty complex
Entered the game found clowns teaching the lessons
On testing day sat down and got to guessing
Confessions with no directions double spoken to the crowds
Broken shackles left words circled around the ankles
Answer strangles the questions from unexpected angles
Set examples, key's between the lines courtesy of Frankl
As contenders tend to pursue tender ways, I was moving through a maze
The rush for solutions constitutes an escapade,
Towards the roots of passions base
Where I push the fruit to the surface, as you listen and you gaze
Patterns, help with the sweater knitting, you can look for other ways
But those on sale are never fitting, reminiscent of older days,
Reflecting on owner's ways, on upon which we pollinate
Part of why part of me called me wrong when I parted ways
I have yet to leave the hive and rest in peace alive
And then to lead the race against, the Centipede of time
Best believe I'm trying, but the entity's design
Relatively confines, the mentally defying, inside it's evil lines
Leaving those who find, the reason behind to sample it
Pave their own way, still end up in the same casket
I walk past it all, tall grass with thin glass, still
Get to see half of the glass filled
The goal, globetrotter, reeking rhythmical sickness
Blow it on every road, the martyrdom of dissonance
Twilight with my bretheren asking me what the mission is
I said we're on a quest, Marauding for listeners
With the pen as my compass i'm magellan-ing the ride
The ink, as my antidote, i'll make it back alive
Amazement on the land, the sea has given back a child
Embrace it, the curse he brought in is a blessing in disguise
The message hidden in his eyes, was written in the skies
A gaze inside is worth deciphering the patterns of the stars
Or controlling the tides, of this ocean I'm facing
As i'm taking notes, while wating on my thoughts to rhyme