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Part 1

[Verse: Abstract Rude]
To speak with an eloquent word
Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird
If I could I'd spend all day
Locked away in my theatre
First – the stage is dark, and the music plays
As the curtain raises (Then!)
Then – we hear from the narrator as the actors take their places
(Setting) "Long, long ago, in a galaxy far away" – location
Or maybe "Once upon a time, in an older age of civilization"
(Character) We are intro-introduced to the common man with a heart of gold
Who fought in the war, then bought a farm were the land was sold
For cheap, but he chose a wretched Delilah type Jezebel
(The twist) He was threatened by the hierarchy, thrown in jail
(The plot) Another love triangle
The revenge of the 'Count of Monte Cristo'
Same woman quarrel
Childhood mates and now arch-rivals?
He could not conceive to his disbelief, he was in denial
At the start of his life-term stretch, didn't let it drive him psycho
In jail, he would train to fight with the inmates, read his Bible
Still he swore to avenge his friend's betrayal, even if suicidal!
To escape the palace was a task greater than Alcatraz, but he lasted
With the Caste of Monteague on his mind
As he dug through the hollow rock on his climb
To freedom, no time for leaving no traces, he's ready to face
His captor, with a sword and spear, his wrath will take him to the hereafter
Be sure to meet a man with an iron mask
As the final sand slips away in the hour glass
He ponders a lesson he learned in the past
"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
Where a neck is ripe for the noose"
Respect was rightfully due, magnum cum laude
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Part 2

[Refrain: Myka 9]
To speak with an eloquent word
Is to, in essence, kill a mockingbird
If I could, I'd spend all day
Locked away in my theatre...

[Verse: Myka 9]
Enter the stage left
One comes home, "Surprise!" is heard
From friends who secretly made plans
For one that deserved
A makeover from surgical hands
However this gift wasn't well received
The cosmetic appeal revealing one's vanity under the knife
Life altering consequence
Shallow and superficial
Even though one had grown accustomed to one's own disfigurement
One endured an arduous experience
Flashback to a serious injury
Forcing one to wear a mask
Then, all of a sudden
Someone pushed a button
In blind rage, one takes one's covering from one's head
And one's head from one's shoulders
One arm, then another, until limbs move independent of themselves
Legs are walking on toes
Talking head reciting prose – abdomen rolls
Then these individual members grow
Morph, mold
Shift hue, texture, smell
Into humanoid shells
One has now become many
Shiny sentient beings spinning ever faster
Fleeing witnesses disintegrate to ashes
Incinerated building crashes
Tiny people are killed en masse
That many that came from one became millions
A rash on mother Earth, ransacked wilderness
Robotic modern-ness, intrepid cavernous
Pathways, maze in and out
Making globe into gargantuan headcase
Resembling one in space – an orbiting face
Exit stage right
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Part 3

[Verse: Aceyalone]
He steps into what he believes to be his own reality
But nothing could be further from the truth
His first thought was "Why did the gods darken the skies?"
He wondered how long would this darkness last
He molds himself within the stills of the night
And at the first glitter of light this monster has awakened

It had been dark for several days
The only light being that which casts away over the ocean
Far in the distance
What began as gray and gloom
Soon turned into a pitch black cradle we all exist from
Far in the distance
At the dawning of the opening of the skies
So were the eyes of this mild-mannered monster
Without any resistance
With cunning senses, this intensely evil, unsuspecting predator
Could take your spirit within an instance
Iron sharpens iron, the tools of the trade
Blades which have been prepared for what seemed like forever
At last – the time has come again
For him to quench his thirst for blood
Ever so clever
The first prey hadn't a chance in the world
Being moved on ever so swiftly
Having their flesh pressed against titanium blades
A dagger which has faced the screams of many men
In those days who have been slayed

From victim to victim
This silent rage took on a stage of uncontrolled madness
Leaving behind trails of corpses
Directly under the nose of those who protected them
And just as the light came and he began his slaughter
So came the night, he slowed down his horror
To an empty calmness, where he'd reflect
"I am not of this world"
Saving his best kill for last, he falls on his sword

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Part 4

[Epilogue: Busdriver]
[*clears throat*]
And as the curtain closes
An overwhelming sense of awe
Settles under the collective consciousness of the audience
For they are no longer anchored to their safe havens
They can no longer seek refuge driving to their cul-de-sacs in their SUV's
Nor relate to the bourgeois
Nor indulge their spendthrift
When the remnants of their former selves sit there
Still engrossed in the theatre piece
They were supposed to cheer at their seats
But they ended up running shitless, condemning the cast
For casually re-enacting such tumultuous happenings
Between men
But what really is it?
A lived-in quirk
A smitten curse
A written work
That no one understands
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