Keystyle Cypher!

[Celph Taut]

All by myself... All their fake assets, that they disguise, as wealth.
- Are really the only real cries for help
Otherwise, they are lies they tell, to their clientele.
Egos? Fragile, as hell....
Entire bravado is buy and sell, like a private sale.
Use past successes to predict the future, is why they fail, on a giant scale...
Typing threats behind bars, like inside of jail, n' then try to 'bail'..
All you guys who spent your lives skating by, might as well grind the 'rail'...!
Ain't no future for you... you should be use to it, too....
"Bolted" at your first attempt at success - I just loosened the 'screws'..
Big headed and small minded, they all fine with
- with each other, until their lies are uncovered... then wonder why they have suffered
I mean, it's stuck in your genes... you are nothing, it 'seams'
you're reaping what you sow. So, you are left with what you have 'weaved'...
Never been an 'heir' - how can you comfortably breathe?
Took your file, and put it up on the screen...
To show you were down the tube, yet dudes still trying to buffer the 'stream'..!!!
Acting woke... because of their 'dreams', but that's a joke..
Pushing the narrative... grasping at straws, n' I don't care for it...
With that half-approach... the voice of the people, here...
Need to clear their raspy throat...
athlete's 'broke', trying to enRICH themsleves - better ASK THE COACH!
You've been out of the game... views dwindling...
I threw skittles in, to prove you're the new Zimmerman.
Itchy trigger finger, ready to shoot citizens...
Banging on the roof of your house, 'till you let us in.
Fuck your welcome mat! Wipe my feet on the couch...
Come see what we are about...
Joined to Rapbattles in 02 - I didn't need an account...
Just started posting n' shit...
And to make y'all feel better? They changed my join date, to 06...
Not official, it's cool. Popping pistols, in schools
- is small time, when the whistling fuse pass by from the missiles I use.
Level small towns, all-around. Quiet neighborhoods
fallen down, with enough impact to draw a crowd...
Fuck waiting by the sidelines: call 'em out...
Show 'em what the RapBattles history here is all about..
Fucking younging's... if you call the cops? You is a Karen...
Went chain shopping on a five finger discount, with the jewels YOU were wearing
Like, "What chain?" Bravado is Birdie, in Above The Rim
Took the chain - didn't even give you a chance to tuck it in...
Now, that's a barstool that doesn't spin... because of him...
Shit hot, carry the gauntlet out, in some oven mitts...
Looking at your crew in pure disgust - it ain't a boss team...
More pussy's inside of that box, than an Adin Ross stream....
We ain't fucking with that, some of you cats..
Couldn't beat the game, with a Jeopardy buzzer attached...
You come to my bar, and your mug will get snatched...!!!
I'm saying, "Happy Hour is over, now"...
You turned up... cool. They sent me over to hold it down..
You were the shit, until real nigga's rolled around... n' now it's different..
With 'em lines... not knowing how to flip it; you coward's slipping..
Don't got a signal, and your router's switching out of commission...
Team tried to channel your vision..
But man didn't listen, attempting to do it big, on that analog system...
Just pull the plug, homie... restore it back to factory settings...
You cats are upsetting...got tracks with less impact than the raps I'm forgetting..!!!
I'm heartbroken... y'all joking? Are you serious?
Fucking Disney-ass rappers; miss me, with that Fairy shit.
You need a therapist; I don't care for it.
The writings on the wall - got to read the message, in Arabic.
Or pig-latin... either way, you are getting this work.
And the pay off from it will be more than the pension is worth...
Come in, school y'all, on your elementary turf
Before I drop the bars down on you penitentiary smurfs...
With your arms crossed, like you all mean...
The pot calling the kettle black, then I blew off steam...
Your game is still on the console, though - you blew off STEAM...
The house is mine. Put an end to your U-Haul dreams...
Dude's sounding like Thomas the Train, with their comical aim..
iconic, I'm saying these footnotes would put Michelle Obama, to shame..
Not in my lane now, name out on an astronomical plain
Honestly, game got me playing Multiplicity, with these wannabe lames..

[rexb]

Am I honestly sane? Ask my other personalities
Inside of my brain, all are deranged
One's all out for the fame
Another out for the change, another angry and pained
Painting pictures, deep and vivid as holy scriptures
Critics speak my name in only whispers
Test and you're marked for death
Built different, God was the architect
Nice with the rights, blessed with a harder left
Nights I hardly slept, a specter through the cityscape
Beef I never mitigate, I admit sometimes I instigate
Cuz there was no good or evil, only entertainment
To say I paid the price, that's an understatement
Stayed in the street, seldom touched the pavement
Some took a stab at it, like Jay with Un-tertainment
Ended up laid out, mothers making floral arrangements
Married to the game, but what an awful arrangement
I was a shorty on the rise with his eyes on the prize
Taught many truths but were really lies in disguise
Taught to remain humble by guys who died over pride
I was caught in a dark jungle just trying to survive
Thank God I made it out, at times walked a sacred route
Other times had no choice but to spray it out
What I prayed about, is all coming to fruition
Thank God I paid the price...couldn't ask for a better tuition...!

[Conceptual]

a defiant punk solely seeking guidance from violent bums
as my eyelids close my mind is one with the silent hum
absinthe and applesauce back and forth
a lack of love got me jackin off to kalashnikovs
you're looking kinda frigid, feel heat my bars emit
spreading fierce fire like some arsonist narcissist
ready to operate and dissect, it's straight surgery
btw hope you're doing well, pardon the fake curtesy
whatever my pen's tasked with, find targets then advance in
taking out competitors one at a time like a zen assassin
rebel - get served, challenge C you got a hell of a nerve
only said I'll be-game to battle as in the level you deserve
you aint testing this killer always wrecking down pillars
refusing to see the light like triggered whiggers checkin out mirrors
now as a triflin act you contemplate fighting back
reappearing with a double account twice as wack
you're acting all moody, so I find it rather soothing
to just punch you out cold, call it a mood swing
several blows permanently damaging temporal lobes
shining like emerald glow on you basement dwellers
blatant failures clearly being misled by red herrings
you seem kinda slow - better check your bearings
or try some nuance, fix your glasses, get new ones
flexing inferior texts only makes you sub-human
as in a weirdo striving to maintain a well kept look
catch you at the library reading self-help books
whatever you drop greeted with relentless silence
attacks lack any point, bars literally senseless violence
coming to complexity, I'm taking this to new places
crafting intricate lines while you struggle tying shoe laces
your life the unsung saga, abused by your drunk mama
therapy may resolved issues, now you get blunt traumas
bad guy of mankind, I put killers in the dirt like landmines
enlightened at the grand shrine, recognized buddhas gangsign
and those endless tirades is just to much to handle son
you call it freestyling, sane people only hear you ramble on
cos demented and vague lines tend to make poor sense
I know my way around a pen, you're literally too dense

[Celph Taut]

Nigga's is dead, already - they got that "eww" stench...
Driving a 'huge wrench' between me and you, with no tool bench.
Bars sounding too tense; my two cents?
No merci, like I knew French.
If they think they are deep? I dig 'em a new trench
Yeah, that was a stretch... but when you're battling cats
that rap such average text? It really doesn't matter, I guess.
The way I rattle up sets, why would I feel they're threat...
If they never had the success?
Just a couple of links, like a browser address.
I'd take it seriously, if there were some challengers left...
But since there isn't? I'll kill 'em quick-ly, sim-ply out of respect!!
Uh, fuck with that poor structure...rather watch it fall...
I'd rather arm wrestle Doctor Claw than to talk wit y'all...
Put him up on a pedestal, then I knock 'em off...
Leave his ears ringing; the uppercut's gonna block the call...
If he dies he dies... hit 'em with the Ivan thrust
Your pride is crushed. You wouldn't go fucking gold, with the Midas touch.
So try to hush, n' keep it quiet...
Already running this cypher board; we don't need compliance.
Window view, overseeing giants.
He the finest, in that bubble, but not in this forum...
He's awfully boring. But I'll respond, even though I just want to ignore 'em.
Fuck a war of the words, it's more like a purge...
No shock value. I am the one that made your formula, surge.
Transient lifestyle, emitting a low energy...
Stretching out the door. You hoes, you just don't get to me.
Shit is sloppy and messy. You gonna need more if you want to impress me.
You would think their bars are sponsored by Nestle.
How they're sweet. Let this 'sugar rush' drop, on a textcee...
They wanna talk now on Taut, while I'm not in a text-league... !!!!
OK, fine. It's play time for me.
Speak through the grapevine, the way they 'wine', for weeks.
They're better to make lines n' pray I'm asleep...
No gang signs when they drive, yet they can't ride the beats...!!
I'm S-M-H'ing to all of that...
Toxic masculinity, like Andrew Tate, when he's on a chat.
Where the ballers at? My balling would make Albert Spalding, clap.
Tall, can knock a ball off of Robert Wadlow's back...!!
UH...! Where's their ammo kit?
Pearl handle would make John Rambo, quit.
Tell those TV Junkies to 'channel' this. Bars ain't up to the manuscript...
All those grandiose statements, sounding scandalous - televangelist!
And it just... keeps going - Joel Osteen, or Kenneth Copeland...
If you tried and you can't fix that shit? Then it's broken..
I mean, that should have been obvious to you. Probably knew...
When you saw n' assumed it all was the usual...
A product of your environment, dawning the new school...
A bunch a communists, showing politics to you...
Still ain't get a grasp... unknown, like MF Doom, behind the metal mask.
Feel they are the answers to the questions, yes men never ask..
Yet, proceed like they do. Had the drive that I didn't need the keys to pursue.
Believe it, it's true. I only hear of their 'buzz', once I see the "kazoo"..
They don't have the drive, why would I let their vehicle through!!?
Cypher Alumni, homie, we are the crew...!!!
Now that I got all of these chickens that are fleeing the coup...
I'm gonna back off, 'cause these jack-offs need to re-group..!!!!

[rexb]

Opps are a nuisance that get swatted like Youtubers
Their girls on my team's jock, skillfully blew through us
A cypher of scoundrels, movin' like the new Unit
G-code in our DNA but we portray new schoolers
Shoot rugers or shoot hands, it's all part of God's plan
Wild with the flow, like a fly yacht that's unmanned
When I pull this heat out, you'll catch more than a sun tan
Partying with my pistol the only way that my gun jam
Whether paper or plastic I'm all out for the profit
Send a shot in my direction? I'm returning a rocket
These days cats claim they the plug, ain't even seen a socket
Fuck what you think 'bout my hustle, you could respect it or knock it
Got no love for these cowards, believe me I’m heartless
Wildin’ on bikes, I’m Rico, “I’mma eat regardless”
It’s the softest dudes in the crew seeming the hardest
‘Til it’s time to put in work and we’re squeezing at targets

[Ragian]

Hip Hop won't stop like gamestop, it'll keep going on till the break of dawn, we do belong, together we shine, together we glisten, whoever may listen, whoever may listen, lend an ear to your neighbor, me, I'm seeking your favor, what's you're favorite ice cream flavor, i like chocklet bro, I'm done with all the hoes, just wanna chill with all the bros, and after a thousand years, we'll be smashing each other lol

[Ragian]

Lyrics come at an altered speed when I’m on weed, I’m so high I’m never gonna die, no i keep ascending to another dimension, tired of being under house arrest (for real) but I’m a prove to be the best, in the east, south, north, west, anything for freedom, I’m a achieve it through wisdom, welcome to the New Millennium, new age, new day, what’s new? Boo hoo, yoo hoo, done with all the sluts, never sticking my thang up a shithole, ok I lied, but I ain’t gonna smell it Lol, hell I might not even eat it… yet, you bet when it comes to making love to women, my skills be legendary, you’re boys skills have been dead and buried, hurting women? Naw man, I’d rather hurt myself, for real, and I don’t even need help.

Help, help, I need to reach the book up on the shelf, to increase my knowledge, in my noggin, what’s joggin in my mind cannot be rewind-ed that’s what I said, numbers can’t lie, but guess what? words can, so… uhhh… can you please say that again? Mista Teacha, I forgot my pen, oh lord, oh lowered, lower your head first before you rise to come out as wise. I’m brilliant, magnificent and i’m not afraid to show it. But don’t you dare point you’re camera at me, see? I’m a bit shy. Sometimes I wanna say goodbye to the world, never looking back, my lyrics are never wack, Forget that, I’m not even gonna attack. But I will talk smack, but my words never hurt nobody. Actually, I take that back. Maybe I was wack…..

Round three. 1, 2, 3, I bee exceptionally displaying lyrics formidably to my enemies, not that I got enemies unless they wanna mess with me… For some reason I bee sensing envy from somewhere around me. But it’s cool, you be what you gotta be. Anyways… Lyrically lethal injection, I deliver this medication, like I’m a doctor from the hospital’s foundation. I bee so mad intellectually no one mess with me, my mind be brilliant, my soul pursues purification, I no longer need medication, this patient be out of this hospitalization. Free at last I rhyme very fast, I’m sorry to whoever I harassed, past is passed, history is his story, this moment is now, and I’m free finally, feeling liberated from fear and hatred, ok I’m out. For now.

[Ragian]

Yo, yo, yo, lyrical artillery and ammunition destroys competition. who want it? you can get it and i promise annihilation. you dissed me? well i dissed back. and i know you. you give me a heart attack. so fire back, i dare you. I won’t come wack.

I bring weapons of mass ass destruction to the battlefield, ya’ll better yield. This spear I wield along with a shield. I display the brillant mind of a conqueror, mind so bright, it lights up the night, literally. So what you wanna do. We can go toe to toe till you cry boohoo.

Take three. 3. tripple threat sending waves of tragedy. I’m mad at thee. don't bother me. I display skill the kills any foe that foolishly step up to me. Give me the mic! I use it to strike you violently. I’m Ragian filled with rage ready to engage emcees who don’t behave.

[Ragian]

Want more lyrics. you can get it. i use my wits to twist the brains of nitwits who like to sniff shits and arm pits, shit! im killing it. im like Eminem, minus the mic, on the pen, shit, things’ll never be the same again. Hang down the phone, who you talking to homes? Takes one to know no one. yea! the spirit has been lifted and gifted to kids who are gifted with the natural ability to lift the spirits of the populace. I’m obscure, bringing the cure, you know it’s secure, of that I am sure, and pure, unlike manure, ewww, can you endure? what about the future? never mind what’s ahead, it still is very dead, do not dread what’s ahead, instead put knowledge in your head, what else can be said? what i write has it been read? if not you must be dead in the head. simple shit for you to understand. what’s under the sand? is it my left hand? ok. Level up.

lyrically i be annihilating opponents globally across the atlas whether it be in the Pacific or Atlantic Ocean i cause commotion and emotion i erupt im not corrupt unlike the government spreading deception among it’s citizen’s perception (breathes in) yea im finally free ive reached my destination not assasination what’s my classification? Can you tell me? What’s your calculation? or obligation? im determined to mine minds and cause detonation. Oooh! what can you say to that? what’s the aftermath? i’m like Eminem and Canibus combined imagine that. Haha! im a word smith to call this freshification or cold fire. what’s your desire? i hope it’s not a sire. Shit. Don’t stop till the shit drops. level up lmao.

astronomically i be exploring the galaxy freely forever and ever never can you sever my lyrical ability is just genius to the onlookers so keep looking i dare ya is this too much yet? can you handle it? Thas whatch ya git! Explosion explosive diarrhea in your pants. Shit and thas not even funny. fuck money. git gold. never too old. my mind shines with scintillating ideas so bright it become delightful not frightful but rightful. it’s too much. it’s too much. damnation damn the nation who damns the nation in this generation I AM the General who fights the federation with no consideration fuck with me and we can smash each other you are my brother i won’t kill another just hurt abit youre not a twit you do got wits or brains or knowledge or wisdom you ain’t dumb. ok. Next.

(Breathes in) killing it and living it and killing it and living it its alive it’s dead you heard what i said in your head. Ha! it’s all in your head. don’t give up. you better keep reading i better keep bleeding i better keep writing i better keep fighting. who want it? who want it? come get it! come get it! Heart problems? i can use my bare hands to conduct open heart surgery. you can try to murder me. but you wont suck seed. no indeed. You gotta do the dirty deeds. free at last i’ve run so fast. try and catch this fast fish yes i am a Pisces. swim with me or drown for me. show me your destiny. destination no reason don’t give a fuck what you think of my vision. im a lion headed dragon floating in outer space ready to erase your existence there’s no stopping me no there is no resistence even with great persistence your puny a cutie with a booty but I am all alone at home with my enormous dome the size of Romes Coloseum where Gladiatos fought and died to entertain their home. Fuck. Thas enough. Next

whos next? not my ex. she’s perplexed. she’s defenseless and senseless. down in the dirt. i hope this doesn’t hurt. im just playing. and i hope you’re praying and paying attention to what im saying. Listen. Listen. Listen. Less sin. Lesson. let’s sin. let’s win! Less sin. Sin. Sun. Son. Soon. Soon? Yep. I'm out

just kidding! im back to attack emcees who act wack. I’m indefinable, undistinguishable, understandable, unrepleteable, unconquerable, fuck. too much. too much. is never enough! you said it was never enough! am I tough? am i tough now! NOW! you wanted a man, well, im not that boy no more. no more whores. no more whores. No more whores! What I’m trying to do? I’m trying to get to the bottom…. of this page. I’m enraged. out the cage. Ragian rages on concert stages and wages war on those near or far. what the fuck!

[Celph Taut]

Punch 'em in the head, until my knuckles cut...
Punch his gut with another one; tell him, "suck it up"...
Stop being a baby. I mean it, I'm crazy.
I can put him to sleep, if he wanna daydream.
Wake up to stars, like a celebrity sleepover. Key culture
- is back, while they're feeding these vultures.
Tell 'em to stomach it, 'till they see ulcers.
They wanna play their bars, but their bars are played.
Arm brigade break it down, faster than the Mar-a-Lago raid...
Envisioning themselves in the future, never learned from their past...
They come in here, see how quickly egos turn into glass...
Fragile, ain't it? You can't look away..
Divulging everything they were too shook to say.
Especially on the supposed forefathers that they have respected...
Better off kissing ass in those days than making an effort...
Nah, fuck that. Much rather be hated, then.
Bars go across the page, as I engage with 'em frauds...
Like I was Ragian. Gods to the people - not to be equal.
They were the prophets. Well, one punch of mine will rock the "cathedral".
Often procedural to bow to them, 'cause you're proud of them
Mop the floor with their blessings like, "where you think they get their powers from?"
Most people will worship them, ,cause their so blind...
They're willing to "conquer anything"... but their own mind...
Willing to sell their soul for that faux shine
Going down that road, find nothing more, than a "closed" sign..
And a cliff, so why would I subscribe to that rhetoric...
The empty allegories those supposed prophets have left you with?
Find peace where ever you create it - it's only human nature
To not one want to put in that effort, so you aspire to a 'savior'
One entity that can save you from salvation...
The same promises you were out, chasing.
Same empty dreams and disproportionate views, that they forced you into.
The same ideologies you were tortured to do
Grew up following a system that you refuse to question
They don't believe in ya; social media's like the 'new confession'
They say those likes on the gram are like 'accruing blessings'...
And if you don't contribute to their cause, then "you's a peasant"...
Yeah.. lie to yourselves instead of finding some help...
Can't decide for yourself... looking inside is the enterprise to your health
While they idealize the science of sale...
Gratification through the lies that they tell...
In your mind it's for growth, in their eyes? It's for wealth.
Afraid to accept reality...
Tightrope-walking across a balance-beam....
Got protestors marching down crowded streets, with teargas bottles
mowing down police... over affidavits the district crown, released
Broke into Breanna Taylor's house, and now she's found, deceased
While Vanessa Bryant's dealing with photos they passed around, for weeks
Over her husband and daughter's death.... look to our heroes
And wonder if there's any honor, left...far removed
from the privacy we all wanna get... predisposed to a reality we cannot accept
Call Biden our leader', believing he'll get you out of debt...
Truth is, there hasn't been a shift in power, yet.
Whether Democrat or Republican - they're the government
And as soon as that stops being true? You'll be fooled, because of it.

[Conceptual]

across the forsaken board dark clouds assemble
as I emerge victorious from the shrouded temple
casually strolling and making the grounds tremble
the mark of a proud emblem, anointed black flag
dropping squares all day like annoying hashtags
see back in the day nerds got bashed in their brains
now a fashionable trend equals glasses with frames
seeking status to gain spouting whatever in-phrase
rocking skate-shoes that never even touched griptape
completely bitchmade, taking the random right stand
having a wide stance while wearing those tight pants
needs a slap from the right hand, damn savvy rappers
sacrificing art for some flashy swagger, or caffè latte
merely crappy actors reading from simple scriptures
only complex things put on display is mental issues
by all means, seize that theme of your day-dreams
even if the same scene is currently the main stream
become wealthy, rich - I can't label you a selfish prick
now fake a smile before I smack you with the selfie-stick

[rexb]

Full steam ahead, too many bitches schemin' for bread
Opps wish 'n believin' I'm dead
Seasoned the spread, the beef in the meal was unbelievably cheffed
Ya word in each breath's easily bereft
Yes, should be held in contempt of court with regularity
And contempt's well known to be bred from familiarity
For the salary, you could be turnt into a complete casualty
No lies, I mean that factually
Actually, was a minute 'fore I realized the sky's the limit
And got no reason to fear the lighter pigment
In the human race, don't dare tear a single ligament
Got a cultured bitch to blow me like a musical instrument
I'm a bad influence, can't help but go in too tense
I hit ya girl's power U as proof of your impotence
Plus low importance, the Porsche is low, heat is scorchin'
I don't muse on none of you dudes too often...!

[Celph Taut]

become wealthy, rich - I can't label you a selfish prick
now fake a smile before I smack you with the selfie-stick

Greediness is a "disease" that wealth "inflicts"
But big pharma will die, 'long as the freedom of health, exists...
Procuring your soul, your obsession over objects that you've learned to control
So that you can reach your nourishment goal...
You feel the fire? It's because companies are burning the coal
To fuel the desire for acceptance, as you yearn to be whole
Imagine the type of control they have, to hold you back
Make money off of whatever venture capital they throw it at
You don't react, 'cause you don't know what's waiting at your door, if you do.
You have an inclination dormant, in you, before you could move.
And now? Your appetite for something different, is insatiable
That creative glow, hiding inside you, since you were 8 years old...
Teachers told you not to break the mold...
As far education goes, they roll out draconian laws...
like they were ancient scrolls, telling you, "You'll never amount to anything"
I'm out here saying, "Get it, King". It's your buzzer. Now, let it "ring".
Their personas are outdated - it's boring, to me.
How much information can be taught in a 4 minute key?
A 4 minute key is much more than I need...
I mean, I could write my heart out for 'em, to read.
But I won't, so that this forum could breathe
It's intoxicating. Indoctrination, over time, as a proclamation
of running the parallel of two thoughts, adjacent...
Used to be humble, now I'm coming down to talk to them...
Dumb it down, they'll gasp, as if they're running out of oxygen
I'll be your conscience, then.
Cognizant of the social constructs they wish to box me in.
If you can't think for yourself? Then we can not be friends...
It's that simple & plain, or rudimentary.
Religion is something you'd eventually use, against beliefs.
Can't have your own beliefs, let alone your own autonomy...
No apologies.
You got religious institutions that are growing up whole economies
And you're telling me that life ain't fair?
How could you ever be free if your rights ain't there?
Push the boundaries of modern science to question its ethos...
Deliver the message, as it is pressed into key-strokes
And then you can preach hope to those in the clear averages
Whom appear as poor souls, still stuck in the fear Labyrinths...
Looking back like, "Your journey awaits..."
Parting the Red Seas, so he can burn in the lakes...
Driving wedges between the pendulum's mean trajectory...
It means, I'll never be acceptant of thee acceptance speech

[Ragian]

i use my speech to reach and teach
and breach the domes of people who wanna learn for a living
not earn for a living. easily i be forgiving.
like Christ when they spat in his face.
my words i erased but it must've left a taste in your mouth.
im sorry but mistakes happen sometimes in my rhymes.

- - - Updated - - -

a badass cant do everything for good himself in judging kkk losers minding numbers on paper quality restraints sellouts trying unique versions with exactly yellow zebras.

[Conceptual]

I found myself venturing on a journey
straight into a damned furnace
known as inferno or fiery lake eternal
I saw them burn slow, men with crooked eyes
never to be found in the book of life
as the dank atmosphere was suffocating to breathe in
I contemplated my own reasons for being a heathen
insolently laughing at priests when asked to believe
now I'm trapped in disbelief - gnashing my teeth
what the hell happened to me? my soul is pissed
the love of God knocked on my door supposedly
hopelessly, I never had the heart to open it
focusing on past traditions I was sad to witness
they said the Son of God was the path to wisdom
lacking vision I declared it a bastards religion
got facts twisted and felt the wrath of christians
the sacrilegious do time in everlasting prisons
damnit, I should have listened..
wait damn a minute
accepting this ordeal is unthinkable
fate is perpetually sealed as misarable
still, I refuse to yield my principles