thefifthrealm(prod. by warlock poems)

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  rpm the brown robe

verse 2:  stranded

verse 3:  rpm the brown robe

verse 4:  stranded


beat:  warlock poems



rpm the brown robe    +    stranded    =    inertial/entropy



verse 2: [stranded]

hyper-cloud ritual
my cypher’s sound
light corralled
my sky surrounds the brilliance
moonfire bound in a hidden loop
i devour the higher power
i siphon out of forbidden fruit
time drowns in cosmic gallons
when love sprouts
unconditional

elaborate blanket of djed
a comforter
that comforts miles away from the bed
a hunter that prowls
and preys on all threats
there’s not a smile
he wouldn’t pay for with his death
his thoughts are beautiful
despite all the swordz in his head
his walkingstick
is not support for his legs
he follows his heart
to get where he’s going
instead
the origin of his choices
never warrants regret
but the way that things unfold
leave him second-guessing
how he paved his roads
heavy darkness shrouds him
fully bound
he can’t escape its hold
but still
somehow
the umbra can’t
countermand the weight of his glow
a vanta lampshade
couldn’t damp
the candle rays of his soul
no matter how hard it is
he manages
to channel his pain into hope
not for himself
but for those he helps
he roams below the veil
of the quinultimate realm
it’s as if
from alone in a cell
he astral projects
to get to those
that he protects
cloaked in a shell
of [they don’t quite
know what they felt]
his aura’s quiet
it’s like
he’s some sort of hybrid
of a ghost and a spell

when matters seem grave
you’ll find
magick will breach the planes
they’ll be concaved

until they break
beneath the waves




verse 4: [stranded]

invade worlds
without threatening
the sacred mirror
vivid wave
we form the sound reflection
of a nascent era
the inverted branch

yamato
with no inertia damped
entire planets of forests
emerge from his hand


water and earth


with all the heart
all daughters deserve

may the eyes of every girl
have their own aurora
rather than
extensive collections
of unspeakable horrors
decay and disorder
are not innately damaging
there are certain things
that SHOULD be faced with banishment
i always stand beneath my moon
the wolf escapes the man its in
my true nature
nuitari
my sacred amulet
honored
the single flower
that blooms in my heart’s
an amaranth
the neck of the hourglass
that governs the time
this plant exists
is indefinitely turned on its side
so there’s no sand in it

eternal devotion
the subject of a permanent opus
utterly absorbed
into his one immortal gnosis
with the allure of the suction
of an inductive swirl of an ocean
an occurrence in time
a loop
that’s nunca going to be broken
doubt starves
in my devout garden
a profound darkness
that invites an intense light
that clouds soften
both gentle and bright
i ascend
like a crowned orphan
as their moisture alights
water is life
i drown OFTEN
routinely humbled
by the insights
an owl offers
unwittingly
the roots of what i’ve written
many miles of ground authored
my words spring
from a 360 degree ring
upon which
all manner
of photosynthetic green sing
but despite how talented
i may be at speaking
unfortunately
i can’t seem
to adequately describe how i see things

i live for a queen
without being a king
and guard her
with the immediate martyrdom
of a bee sting