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ANIMA MYSTERIUM

by Yugen Blakrok

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cethy No swag, no bling, no big car, no smoke.
But carefully crafted, with a world behind every track.

How hip-hop should be. Listen with intent.
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Helhest Thanks to Mr. Hartman for the self explanation, that's how I got here. If you're into a deep spiritual message with dark sonic textures and happen to pursue words filled with the very fabric of life instead of the same old refurbished hollowness, this is the release for you, no matter the scene you come from. Favorite track: Obsidian Night.
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Alex Hartman I loved hiphop back when Biggie and Tupak where alive, after that it didn’t do much for me anymore. But this...This has the dark unrelenting honoust feel I only find in black metal. Like the last three songs on Ready to die. Enough selfsplaining. Very nice production, dark and hallucinant. Impressionist raps flowing like fast lava.
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Five years after releasing Return of the Astro-Goth, Yugen Blakrok descends from the vast cosmos and delivers to the world an impressive lesson in style, with her second album Anima Mysterium. Far from the stars but heavy with their radiant wisdom; it’s towards Earth, humanity and the obscurity at its core that the South African rapper directs her incantations.
Accompanied by Kanif the Jhatmaster’s beats, Yugen’s flow sows the frontiers of a world where the subconscious frees itself and confronts man with his most hidden secrets. Yugen’s poetry has something Ovidian, depicting her as an agent of Metamorphosis, a reincarnated goddess in terrestrial form calling humanity to itself.

“Why in the deepest darkness my soul beams like a lantern
Engineered in female form...silent carrier of the force
I'm a sandstorm in desert dunes, a shadow with a torch”
Land of Gray, Yugen Blakrok

The osmosis between Yugen’s words and Kanif’s instrumentals comes across from the first listen. On Return of the Astro-Goth, the astrological ideas covered by the rapper found a perfect canvas in the mix of wind instruments, dub and electronic echoes from the beatmaker. Here, Yugen lays hers flow over instrumentals of rock, jazz and even at times something that sounds close to witch-house. The project, released under French label I.O.T Records, extracts the essential oils from hip-hop as seen by the two artists, whose creative freedom and artistic integrity contrast with the current rigid codes of the genre. At their sides they have rallied to their musical odyssey artists from South Africa and the US, including hip-hop legend Kool Keith himself.

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released February 1, 2019

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All songs written by Yugen Blakrok (except where noted) and composed by Kanif The Jhatmaster with appearances from Joel Assaizky on 'Carbon Form' and 7th Galaxy on 'Obsidian Night'.

Recording and Mixing of all vocals and instruments by Kanif at Scoremachine Studio, Iapetus Studios and Point29 (Marseille, FR)

'Carbon Form' recorded and mixed by Joel Assaizky at Scoremachine Studio, Johannesburg.
'Mars Attacks' recorded by Tom at Point29, Marseille and mixed by Kanif.
Final Mix and Mastering by Joel at Scoremachine Studio, Johannesburg, South Africa.

Photograph by Christopher Terhart.
Layout by Spooky. Additional artwork by Soopanat.

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All songs published by CYLID, except Mars Attacks : Published by CYLID & Reverend Tom Music/Notting Dale Songs, and Morbid Abakus: Published by CYLID and Liuto Edizion Musicali

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A sorceress who casts hexes with words and sound waves, Yugen Blakrok emerges from the smoke filled dungeons of rap… Growing up in the Eastern Cape and influenced by the political/militant and spiritual aspects of Hip-Hop, her music is firmly rooted in the mind-set of the 90’s, a deep lyrical and audio odyssey into the world around us, both seen and unseen. ... more

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Track Name: Gorgon Madonna
GORGON MADONNA

I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose?
Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
Handwritten in cursive
Lately I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose?

360…spiral the neck like a vulture goddess
Milky Way patterns in the energies I harness
In my mindset, I’m high as the sky gets, multiple sunsets
Capturing thoughts with a butterfly net
True reality runs deeper than the concept
To the spectrum of your consciousness, your pigment’s only context
This race can only be won if the psyche is steady
Even Frankenstein began as a dream in the mind of Mary Shelley
So throw caution to the wind, focusing the mental element
Make walls crumble down like dilapidated settlements
Although threatened with hell, I’ll blast for the self, first
Splatter the optics and damage the nerves
Thirst for blood over everything, swing sabers like Annakin
Ambidextrous androgen, I’m both the empress and the King
Walk unseen in these verbal coliseums
Kevin Bacon with quicksilver in his skeleton
Matutinal and Vespertine, testosterone and estrogen
I’m all things encoding, while subliminally messaging
At times, it seems that I’m chained to all the trouble that I struggle with
My shadows huddle in the mist
Cause the blueprint of life has hidden meanings and deep within them
Applied contradictions – angels interbreed with demons
And misery loves company, it overwhelms and feeds me
Fills me as I embrace the dark and light completely
Guided by the ring of the seven sisters when the pitch darkens
Artemis gravitates my aim to where the fixed mark is
Hit the target, commander of the dart board
When wounded, I’m the essence of our Lilith in her darkest form
Day and night worshipper, stubborn as a mule
Built my temple from her dreams and posted sentries at the vestibule
Our army of degenerate practitioners
Will street-sweep petition-free but walls will carry signatures
Melancholic insignia
My dog’s name is Cerberus, past, present and future stay similar
Observing distant memories, fading over ages
Seen the pain of remembrance leave the structure ever-changing
So I shape-shift and inspire the nihilists
Decipher mind-script, hypotheses tested on self – mad scientist
Spit fire and water, I’m lion and hydra
Aloof in the distance like the constellation of Lyra
A mystery of time, laid an egg and hatched a man
A light-god with a staff of thunderbolts in his hand
Illuminated the vision beyond peripheral
I’m black Gorgon Medusa feeding off the visceral
A throwback, in the age of clones and phone taps
Metallic drones and all that, command an army of skeleton bone stacks
Measure motion sub-atomically
My thought-forms like crystallized snow, colour of ebony
Shimmering

Staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose?
Slanging these rhymes like a merchant
Handwritten in cursive
Lately I’ve been staring at these pages, mind-state purple
Mercury’s in retrograde, circles in a circle, what’s the purpose?
Track Name: Obsidian Night
OBSIDIAN NIGHT

I’m Mithra’s lioness roaring in the temple
Entwined with the light like fireflies, illuminate the mental
See time in three aspects
We that exist outside it, call it the Holy Trinity like past men
Body vessel is the lamp to my djinn, I tempt fate
And stay faded ‘til the day my snakes escape from their cage
Eight enemies at the gates, slain…blood on my Sirian hands
Speak to Eris through the pineal gland
My rap style rhymes circles around the god
Seven serpents on the dome, THOTH becomes word, word becomes bond
Inspire desire in the chest, oath – right palm over breast
Left-hand path, air suspended, the last testament
Make every act a form with layers of ancient symbols
At night I float above a rock outlined by silver nimbus
Feet stuck on the zodiac, fire-eating maniac
Head in the clouds, key to the underworld in each hand

I’ll break the night with a bad scream
And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees
Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic
Matter transforming, I’m stretching out
I’ll break the night with a bad scream
And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees
Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic
Matter transforming, I’m stretching out

Spine straight…mind still tipping like a set of scales
The Matriarch glistening long before the Bronze Age
Lineage of lioness, the secret sisterhood of elements
Building blocks like Amazonian tenements
I am star-crossed lover to myself
Mirrored image responds back in the form of seismic events
Mind chatterless, ancient like ruined citadels
Trigger moonquakes when I vent from lunar stress, where’s my book of spells
I cast hex and ascend to spirit layers
Otherworld-dweller, grammar cracks skulls zombie slayer
With a tendency to shuffle
Two left feet plus a deck of cards, Mama’s little gambler in a rumble
With the ultimate machine, transform to different beings within a dream
Subconsciously the hero and the fiend
Allegory, I’m a myth, a contradiction in the scene
Spiral pattern on the dome, code hidden in blue jeans

I’ll break the night with a bad scream
And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees
Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic
Matter transforming, I’m stretching out
I’ll break the night with a bad scream
And rise gothic with sonic vibrations from the queen of the banshees
Hypnotized cochlear, analyzed gnostic
Matter transforming, I’m stretching out
Track Name: Hibiscus (ft. Historian Himself & Fifi The Raiblaster)
HIBISCUS

The spiderweb weaver
I spin luminous orbs appearing at nighttime with consorts as shadowy figures
Hooded sipping elixirs, hot crimson hibiscus
As Dogon dots link under the hand that built the Sphinx up
Born inside a monsters lair
A story of creation like the exiting of caves in pairs, sight impaired
Indigo genetic tests tempered for hermetic quests with shining eyes
Expelling dragon breath from the depths of hell
As levitating bodies soar, forage green like herbivores
Glowing out the crown to photo synthesize in metaphor
Trigger rainstorms with dry ice and silver iodide
A fusion of mystical sciences, seeding clouds while flying
The swordstyle’s binary, sharpened through the ages
My grimoire’s disintegrated alchemists and mages
I’m the living crystal verbals coded in nervous systems
Inner cycles linked with lunar satellite emissions
I split seas the soundscape’s vicious
Suspended in a floating mist twitching with the glitches
From temporal fracture migraines right brain on left blade Set
Craniums radiate radiowaves through cosmic membranes
Voices ripping the fabric it’s that space time classic
Electric snake rattle thoughts with full metal jackets
And split a cypher 360 degrees in light packets
Permeating vacuum space with spoken word magic
Track Name: Morbid Abakus
MORBID ABAKUS

Blindfolded when I swing blades – cursed version of Cronus – my theses
Find god in geometry like Archimedes
Trace my vanishing point; fill the hollow with light from lasers
Make the mind state change like cloud formations
As star patterns split beams expose flaws in our time
Hidden complexes dematerialize
I’m silent-bomb-type, exit like Houdini – you couldn't see me
With a microchip and a tracker in each knee
As I climb to find the highest peak – fight the shadows of defeat
I’m Neo moving anti-clockwise until this cypher is complete
False prophets are the first to seek the shelter of cocoons
Like a new-born retreating back into its mother's womb
Outta this world, I search space like quantum physicists
Scaled the mountain like Moses only to find out where the lizard lives
I crush imbeciles and elevate seers
My order's silent mystics that levitate above fear
Colony of monks – who’s the abbot here?
Unplugged the mind-control device like system saboteurs

Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin beyond the species after us
Checking one, two over the microphone abacus
Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin beyond the species after us
Checking one, two, one, two

To recognize the order inside organised chaos
I roll solo, radiate out like the archetype of the logos
Trace the movement of the gods’ heavenly steps
Lifespan pre-set; eye-con-artists the pretext
Moving targets, our crow armies converge on crowds of men
We’re far from innocent, mentally trained on busted tenements
Immune to pressures from religious sects
Stay fighting till our own dominant thoughts find a way to manifest
Insulate the mind against lobotomized societies, dribbling
The most traitorous turn on the sibling
Many milling for millions though the system’s belittling
I honour family bonds like I’m Sicilian, ape-shit like simian
I grind elbows-deep in the dirt with root fingers
Spinning optics cloud the mind like mood swingers
I cast spells like spider webs
Used to rest my head on temple steps, icicle rhymes upon my breath
Now I’m perfecting the method in the madness, mountains out of anthills
My lungs pack cess, vocals caught up in semantics
Imperial, ears upon the great work of The Master
Whose concept’s in complex patterns like Venus fractures

I’m on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin beyond the species after us
Checking one, two over the microphone abacus
Took self on an odyssey, low key like Odin’s seed
Language mathematical, let digits set the oldest scene
From the point of origin beyond the species after us
Checking one, two, one, two
Track Name: Monatomic Mushroom (ft. Bravestarr)
MONATOMIC MUSHROOM

Lights on my horizon where the sky and earth connect
What kind of stone will purify the darkest of intents?
Heaven’s gates are six feet between the mourners and the grave
Crevices in mental states straining to exhale
As the dog-headed ape dictates the laws of fate
There’re none left on this earth to rectify the world's mistakes
Send praise to silent mystics that stomp the ground for rain
Until the skies’ tear ducts roar like tidal waves
Crying ravines on the landscape, tipping the Libra scales when
Thought concludes millennia of meditation
In basements where dungeon-dwellers cultivate patience
Initiated, illuminated I sanctify spaces
With myrrh and frankincense and iridescent incantations
My spirit moves like ley-lines, connects the chosen nations
Of the Grey Wolf and the Lion, so all may see the sign
Though it’s hidden in plain sight like the Protocols of Zion
There’s division in the waters, Luna’s facing Poseidon
A tug-of-war in celestial worlds between the deities
Split in two like duality, focus the third iris
Patterns of Neptune reflecting beneath my eyelids

Open your eyes then the light will show you something
Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen
Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss
To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss
If you open your eyes then the light will show you something
Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen
Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss
To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss

I’m still awake, searching for the mystery in Myscerium
Climbing cosmic ladders to a parallel Elysium
Where Delirium is King, head nodding to the logic
Stoic expression to smile, facial muscles contorting
I’ll be where the need to need is irrelevant, never boxed in
High-level toxic, thought pattern robotic
What I am is what I am another ever-lasting topic
I’m bloodshot, seeing thru Life in fragments like Sybil’s optics
The sandman’s sold nightmares through the ages
Sleep stages, negative spaces got me misled by amazement
I misread the rules and made my own like a pagan
These random thoughts are the germinating seeds to my plantation
In the zone like minotaurs in mazes, a fusion of atoms
Born to find the hidden path cause the first Mason was Adam
Glowing in the light when the seduction of knowledge had him
Seeing without being seen, chasing phantasms
Through libraries of portals, arranged in bizarre fashions
Moving faster than the speed of light, I’m time-lapsing
And grabbing the stone tablets, a thief in the night, passing
The rapture – describe the high like scribes of divine classics

Open your eyes then the light will show you something
Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen
Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss
To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss
If you open your eyes then the light will show you something
Worlds within words, universes spinning unseen
Rising from the bottomless pit of the abyss
To shatter glass ceilings seeking that elusive, eternal bliss
Track Name: Mars Attacks (ft. Kool Keith)
MARS ATTACKS

Last sight silver light, aboard a satellite
Supreme being with glowing orb makes altar out of meteorite
Scientific logic defied by cosmic origin
Separate the adept from the novices
The bipedal steps into the future, entranced by the bugler
Dancing on the killing fields, babies blast bazookas
Twisted tales of entanglement, each chapter written on a tablet
Encoded to mind control the inanimate
Master and ronin
quantum roller coasting with Dr Oct supernovas imploding
In the depths of the red planet, slow composed
Conquer where I roam, the deep end for shallow souls
The show shoultopper, under a spacebeam spasm like Joe Cocker
The feeble-mind shocker
In ultraviolet hours, searching for blue flowers…psychedelic relics my power
Aesthetic embedded in planetary showers
Track Name: Carbon Form
CARBON FORM

Cosmic breath, I’m air element, find strength in the mental
The thought behind the rhyme’s consequential
The flow’s decked in space boots, leaping over lunar tombs
Write lyrics in runes and play the Muse
Inspire Fate to paint predestination’s landscapes
For the awakened, imaginations are stargates
Whistle, I’m listening – Pilgrim of the House of the Wind, I’m the emissary
Hearing voices in the breeze observing airy commentary
Asleep in howling deserts with thorn trees in bloom
Until the spell breaks, I’m wolf to the full moon
And wild as the monsoon, glassy eyes like crushed minerals
The pattern’s troublesome – planet’s crying rivers of literals
Wooden tears flaking into fragments and splintering
Buried in the earth where dark secrets lie whispering
That the end has not yet come to the place where dreams rest at
I look at self, facing the mirror, nothing’s reflected
Black stone carbon, I’m stardust
Bizarre, trust – quiet, part-mime invade the mind like archons
My jargon’s a headache to decipher, never idle
The heavy burden’s only light work to bright disciples
And I’m sky bound, messenger like Malachi
Cardinal offspring of Capricorn and Gemini
Born from a sandstorm, whirlwinds in my burning eyes
Slayed a beast with seven tongues, electrifying
So I vibrate in coded synergy, linguistics my Achilles heel
Wade in stellar waters deep, a mystic whistling in the reeds
That cosmic breath, that air element that finds strength in the mental
Make all doubts of the mind inconsequential
Track Name: Hydra (ft. Zetina Mosia)
HYDRA

In harmony with all things
My words blanket the earth from dusk till dawn dancing like they’re dust in the wind
Sun of the morning – dew on the leaves like silk and diamonds
I’m in the woods with ten terra cotta bridesmaids
The hidden sanctuary, cosmic silence with no limits
I’m piper to the gods, vocal chords confuse the mimic
Holy rock with a hole in it, the spirit in a stone
Raven in the night, the obsidian rose
My students draw circles in the sand, cross their chests like seatbelts
Odes to Diana’s Bow transmitted through seashells
At the shore, I pull the whole school out like fishermen
Sparkling like winter gems in the faces of withered men
As I walk into the living water and never stop
I’m a siren on a rock, rhythm and blues within a song
Voice resounds like stars shimmering far away from city smog
In the darkness of the night, see the lightness of the gods

Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights
Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light
So rest your weary head, limbs like lead
In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready
Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights
Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light
So rest your weary head, limbs like lead
In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready

Saltier than seawater and I crystallize
Like broken ice fragments gleaming in the pale moonlight
The words we leave behind studied under lens and stored inside the mind
My life spent following celestial design
Reflecting our shine like luminaries
Past the crown, through the illusion of bone, blood and capillary
The flaws in human laws pit one brother against another
My heart expands…and grows vast as the cloudy sky above us
Other night I watched god pretending to be asleep
Being awake is pressure, she’d rather manufacture dreams
Hold hands with blessed followers with opportunity portals
And through deep sleep, weave landscapes for drowsy mortals
Now my cauldron boils forever
Waves like a thousand wild white horses stampeding untethered
Reflecting on days past, present is a gift until it’s gone
In the darkness of the night, see the light come from beyond

Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights
Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light
So rest your weary head, limbs like lead
In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready
Maybe they’ll come back, one of these starry nights
Blazing on the back of a comet, conquer the dark with light
So rest your weary head, limbs like lead
In the whistling of the winds of change, I hope that you’ll be ready
Track Name: Ochre
OCHRE

Descendant of the walkers of the sun’s melting surface, cult wordsmith
A grain of sand glowing from future furnaces
Swimming in waves of radiant energy
The case of the evergreens, succumbing to the flow of chi
I am just a black and brown polymer of chemicals
Expanding in waves like drums echoing from Senegal
Watching solar empires burn like hell-fires
Brimstone smoke, sulphuric souls ascending higher
I whisper to that dangerous silence inside the witching hour
A sliver of a silver light, anointed in night showers
Astral projecting and hovering over Roswell
I break bricks over break-beats, a classic gem like Orwell’s
I’m unnatural, naturally
Surrounded by three angels as time curves in front of me
To trace the line of my birth, I’m both gifted and cursed
By a 13-fold gravitational wave when Luna finally orbits my Earth

Counting in tune with higher realms
The Likeness Of A Man, each breath connected to next, eloquent godhead
I out-riot the wild style, out-rhyme, out-flow the Nile tides
My squad, bright minds like Einstein
Darksiders whisper names with eyes wide
Fear, awe and loathing divided by thin, tight lines
I read between them perfect, overlapping circles
Flower patterns shaped like hexagons on turtles
I rotate slow, unfolding like growing roses
Directing the path my fire-chariot goes in
Peace to all the four winds, seven heavens in flames and lightning
Circle the solar centrepiece solo when I’m rhyming
Anchored from the spine, the sleeping snake soon comes awake
From the base, radiates energy that permeates a space
Breed obscurity on journeys embarked
My brightest thoughts hide inside the light like Thom Edison’s fear of the Dark
Track Name: Metallik Crow (ft. Jak Tripper)
METALIK CROW

Drawing bloody ink from the jugular – take calligraphic action
Higher magick, dream journalist, the writing’s automatic
Hidden mechanics
Greet metallic smiles with nerves of iron, I stay wired – broad speaks, spits static
The Black Widow sleeps – sharp knives under the pillow
When the wind blows, leaves mourn songs on weeping willows
Inaudible noise frequencies concealed in the joints
Travel needle-thin and acupuncture pressure points
I’m all grunge tapes, moody blues and gloomy Sundays
Bullet flows on verbal gunplay, word to my pun phase
Thoughts sit heavy – lyrically show you what a ton weighs
Purple circular spots behind my eyes like I sun-gazed
Attached to mother-ship like Norman Bates
Twisted necks like circus tricks for you but the victims never wake
Common daily routines like a collective retracing of steps
Mentally dead, spiritually trying to connect
In musical notes hide the most cryptic of codes
Truth is a bitter pill and I medicate in generous doses
Negotiating with the appetite
The human herd bustle over turnstiles, concrete jungle hustle hostile
But there’s nothing out here, dank alleys and beer
Heads are vacuum-sealed in trap cages, suspended in fear
I’m anti mind-control and chemical warfare
You devils can’t touch; I’m like a djin-repelling salt sphere
Whose words multiply like microbes underneath the skin
Prone to capture gamma rays, gather energy and kill
On a whim, expanding like the universe, I’m Artemis
Begetting self in thought without an opposite, the irony
Is obvious but a broader definition’s still to be found
Bias taints perceptions like a shroud of clouds
Step into my circus, I transform without a sound
Silhouette against the sun and make a crowd of frowning clowns
The kid’s wild, rhyme style definitive, belligerent, militant
Known as hot-headed and the urge never diminishes
Recite the last script from a chest chamber, gaseous
When I blast it, packs the power of a black fist
Far from pacifist, imbalanced when I flex the wrist
Paper-bound like blood to ground how the page absorbs the ink
Leaving footprints on mindscapes that incubate my imprint
Every chosen path is mapped out different
Track Name: Land Of Gray
LAND OF GRAY

I read secrets in the hand, from birth to cemetery Blessed like Silent Mary, the mind͛s my secret monastery Dressed in sky clothes, I leave corpses
For vultures to eviscerate and run untamed like wild horses My home is on a distant star
Blistering with dry heat, so I blaze like crematoria
When I see death from afar, sing the war-cries my idols sung Make peace with the air and dust, then blast from an iron lung Blue bird in the centre of my universe, sing for me Bittersweet symphonies the void and I are similes Phoenix out the ashes, see the poor girl͛s never broken Alone but never lonesome, I sleep with third eye open And dream dreams of battlefields where crows feast on carrion And carry on, fully-armed – Blakrok, red-blooded barbarian Dead leaves swirling around my feet like dervishes I͛m Atlas with the globe, chip on my shoulder where the burden is Cloudy visions can͛t see where light begins and I desist The wind shifts the sands; we wilt away like dying irises Breathe the breath of life; I͛m mother to rebels and outcasts Footprints of light illuminate the darkest path

So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man͛s awakening is accompanied by grief
So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man’s awakening is accompanied by grief

See the self...bent at the spine, a thousand year old heroine
The Muse of classic novelists and Elohim
Dissecting structure physically, to trace my struggle patterns Why in the deepest darkness my soul beams like a lantern
Engineered in female form...silent carrier of the force
I'm a sandstorm in desert dunes, a shadow with a torch
As tombstones whisper my name across graveyards
Familiar like spiky words that pierce through heavy hearts
I breathe smoke particles
My attitude shifting with moon, open-book, gods read me like an article Celestial, my rhyme-style blasts like a cannon
As rare as a moment of clarity, I'm a mammoth
Ambling thru space-time...and...elephant boneyards
Emotional equivalent of Mozart
Classic. How verbal blades can dismember a fascist
Seven active chakras so the prana travels fastest
To a future imagined, transform bad energies
Electric symphonies – I play conductor in magnetic fields
Note the coded notes, it's superstrings and entities
Whose strategies in quiet storms, speak in lightning streaks

So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man͛s awakening is accompanied by grief
So I wear this cloak of raven feathers, holding a sceptre As letters from the ether fall like rain on arid deserts Welcome to the land of gray where troubles never cease And Man’s awakening is accompanied by grief

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