werebearpawz(prod. by revenantz of yomi)

 written and performed by stranded

prod. by revenantz of yomi (omegah red aka anübis dōhji & sayk_)

the way the chakra crackle
worm my way through space
like a rotten apple
clouds move away
the sky unravels
to elucidate a moon draped in exotic shadows
interstellar transportation
achieved through the formation of hourglasses with white and blackholes
inarticulated apparitions
born in the flightpath of shrapnel
in an instant
opponents become allies in battle

a feudal flare

a woman paused in mid transformation into a bear
flicks her wrist
kaiju-tooth shuriken twist through the air
pretty soon
the skeletons of any who oppose her will be souvenirs
where the corners of her mouth will creep to her ears
maniacal humor leer
for some unknown reason
in some human beings
science produces fear
“proof that the stupid shit i believe
isn’t true
isn’t fair
in any instance that you determine i’m a fool
don’t interfere”

i disregard the wishes of annoying glitches
every weapon on every puppet

poison dripping
you’re only immune if you’re welcome in swordz’ dimension
a well performed depiction of a hellish world
for which
a spell unfurls the entrance
gravity swells
and lures you in it
from everywhere at once
superb logistics
each crossing a bridge that’s swirled and twisted
operating on the premise of wormhole physics
the link permanent’d
always armed for when you return to visit
unless you do something to warrant the dynamization of your sojournal privilege

hyūmanoidokuma no ashi
remove your head with centrifugal chopping
the claws
effortlessly rip through your body
as if they were a special tool for molecular wound designing
used for the purpose of usurping your kundalini
absorbing the force that rests inside
like imperceptible blurs of decepticons
deftly scouring worlds for energon
she flails her limbs
creating a maelstrom-wind-propelled murder enterprise
inhaling whatever your frail merkaba confines
born in the rising tides
of cosmic oceans that emerge from colliding eyes
my species is ‘not of this earth’ personified
creatures trapped in a conscious city
relentlessly expanding its size
360
for all of time
leaving us further lost inside
to suffer the span of multiple lives
like killy
to turn it off
looking for a particular lifeform
and not finding any
even nagato
with all his history and false identity
has no concept of pain
within the realm of our tormenting
being torn apart
like an extra-earth vessel that can’t slow itself upon reentry
the alter-destiny
sacrificed
for the sake of the hollow everything
true strength is using today to mutate tomorrow yesterday

om ripple whiplash
inward anomalous hyperspectral impact
dimethyltryp-class consciousness
my mind combusts
ignites
alight
reflexive dispatch
a pile of jewels
a profound kaboom
a cloud of mushrooms that press the wind flat