Club Apotheosis

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Omid Walizadeh & Hymnal - Rap

Club Apotheosis

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(H.I.M.N.L.) Notes from before The shantytown The desert Drawn passed Formidable impressions Corner forming opponents Colluding In basements Cavort Sinister impresarios Pass the metallic admission Auditory turnstiles Squeak The collusion Accept the charge Pale hands merge In time with the darkness Hours before the dawn The pit drawn back Magnetized against the humans Huddling in family heat Under napalm advertisements On vacation where they wanted to be smiling Behind you From the tar pit You turn corners into the tarmac Tethered To a slope A key Climb at forty-five degrees Arc A fence A gradient A clearing Enter club apotheosis You come inside and you put your drink way down A bartender approaching says the time is now You stare at a watch-face where there is no fixed point In between the walls of the sound Crystalline structures are lost in the narrative Bumping strangers You wave Slight recognition Exit Into the cellulite town Shanty Press the button Metal causeways rise Below wires Strangers Talk secretly Passing pamphlets Descending to new lows Enter the pit of blackness The hawk-eyes The slow Stopping wind Embraces your accosted shock movement Beneath The fat leg of the cellulite It is the beast It is a vegas transaction Celluloid films Passing transplants Transact gold fixed eyes Outraged addiction And in addition profits Prophets underground boot-sole of steam machine The city vents Circumlocute the city Enter around clear corners a purist At club apotheosis The rich cannot get though the eye of the needle Or what does anyone have when he closes his eyes? If not wisdom which is why admission is only open to the wise In the club of the sky You can look down and gauge a ratio of all below Understanding time… and destiny Proceed towards the counter And upon your dissension Parallel angels have a stranglehold upon the truth filter Evangelic wildernesses plague the atmosphere in city Megaphone phlegm With sore throats of hypnotism Approach counter-doctrines Indoctrinating Black fallacies exchange Increase the dissention Slope The air grows dense in begging the seasons Bringing rotten fish Slumping merchants Challenging you Channeling unsafe trains escape The handle on the briefcase Are the fish fresh? Tenacious touch No trust could enter here Fear kings Huddle in inappropriate meetings Feeling bats Bite your style Stealing your hygiene hustle Outside the skin of the perimeter A young boy unfamiliar with the world's denseness Sits back and defenselessly Dreams A world of his own We dive down underground The dew drips down the eye of the needle Glass is heated and cooled when he closes his eyes A transparency Between wisdom and vulnerability Suspended in the sky Underground Through the eye of the needle The philosophers stone when he closes his eyes Circulation Feeling state Dissolving into water Suspended in the sky Circulatio Underground The black land appears when he closes his eyes Upon wisdom which is why admission Is only open to the wise in the club of the sun Underground Through the eye of the needle Circulation cools when he closes his eyes Feeling state Dissolving into water Suspended in the sun The sky The dew drips down the eye of the needle… Glass is heated and cooled when he closes his eyes A transparency Between wisdom and vulnerability Suspended in the sky Underground Through the eye of the needle The philosophers stone when he closes his eyes Circulation Feeling state Dissolving into water Suspended in the sky Circulatio Underground The black land appears when he closes his eyes Upon wisdom which is why admission Is only open to the wise in the club of the sun Underground Through the eye of the needle Circulation cools when he closes his eyes Feeling state Dissolving into water Suspended in the sun The sky The dew drips down the eye of the needle…

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  • Omid Walizadeh