PRACTICE

A purple storm inside the skies is brewing

A man of mystery you can't help pursuing

An anomaly you always resort to viewing

One who does and acts as he poetically raps

Picking himself up off the rubbles of his last relapse

So strong and intense, he may make you collapse

Perhaps, all he does is attack

With the slickness of a switchblade and the weight of a battle axe

Tearing down everybody's expectations

Like a wall of broken trophies and shattered plaques

Feel his love like the sounds of a sax

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