All hail the Apache Cyborg/ a lonesome eyesore disguised as Vice Lord to remove the mask of valor/ following the eternal pattern where the lives of the grander reflect self lord and master/ encased in beautiful disaster, revel in the cancer/ answers swept under the wicked in favor of sickness/ categorized with uplifted as God’s worded image/ because they didn’t the difference between the two visions/ a kin to pigeons as survival of the fittest/ soaking in the frigid as a passenger in Hell’s kitchen, cleansing revenge off cold dishes/ I sit as Sid Vicious, sippin’ the blood off an Oculus Fang as documented strange/
From Arcin’s “Scarlet Fever” 12” (2007)
