thepeaceharvest(prod. by ^thousand[trollz])

written and performed by: (in order of appearance)


verse 1:  marrow

verse 2:  stranded



prod. by ^thousand[trollz]

pronounced:  a thousand trollz




verse 1: [marrow]


the path is narrow
to righteousness
dislodge the logic circuit
and bomb the circus
fight for this
flight of arrows
from marrow
that seamless peril
air to cypher
the cyclone hits
decipher
as your life get’s ripped
a clever death
insightful rifle kick
a disciple of earth’s cycle
i’m psycho kid
sequenced explosive wrote the goal
recently
been frequently focused
on a frequency
closest to locusts feasting
via remote control
a better connect
editor flex
apex predator text
who treks through dread weather
to tread better
the veteran’s steps
utilize the wing

or it’s dead feather pelican deaths
incredible depth
burn the medical tech
the king

sling a modern flux
marauder throttles fucks
binocular optic thrust
slaughters
on a blotter rush
like hobbits bottle dust
in those goblin hobble huts
the vision pitch black
we twist grass
and kick raps
convicted of witchcraft
used to run threw bars
lung knew scars
son moves bars
slum to sun
moon
stars
drum the flood fueled mars
where we settle
real rebel
the mathematics
pattern schematics
i gather
inhabit a dream level
only conceived
by those who’ve received the fields medal



verse 2: [stranded]


those on a frequency
equal to the shriek
of a shrill kettle
intermetallic

a creature
at the feet
of an insular mountain
worlds bleed into each other
as he meets and exceeds
his interdimensional challenge

he arrives

peace is harvested
beneath his eyes
he sees the harbinger
the wanderer of accretion’s sides
worlds compiling
immortalizing what’s deep inside
truth rising
to unseat the lies
the walkingstick
consciousness
the autochthonous lock
with which
the key collides
that solitude must be reached
to find
the beautiful horizon
of an event
steeped in skies
epiphanies asterisk
emptying infinities
their flasks abyss’d
gently splintering into fractal rifts
radiating trees
made of dreams
that surpass their crypts
graves
derived from the decay
of two eyes’ rapid shifts
both the roots and the limbs
growing
in confusing and elaborate twists
convolutions only home
to hallucinogenic labyrinths
with constantly moving shafts within
often go unknown
like the squalls
produced by cloud and wind
but there will always come a time
when what exists
will be consumed
even if only briefly

attuned

discreetly
peace will bloom