I'm on a killing spree
the Cantonese, torturing
painting a picture, with a paintbrush
in water color of genies
holding the key, vitality
it's all you need, if your a different being
it will be a different color, when you bleed
accurately punctured from needles in you nervous system
are like the seaman, not water soluble, because of the attributes of yin yang and do
when I cut you simultaneously, like *whang* killing you too quickly
if I were to bang, witness thee, I hang you in aqua
sending electric shocks to open up all your chakkras
and when I do, all set plants will biochemically plant water beads on your brain
while putting salt water on open wounds to have you in pain
*suf-suf-suffer chinese water torture, my word is water*

[Ikon the Verbal Hologram]
four score, the verbal hologram is verbal war
Chinese water torture into your molecular structure
ancient scholars wondering where they've seen us
Babylon's hanging gardens and the temple of Artemis
the Hologram, crushing you to grains of sand
lawnmower man, computer generated battles of the unseen hand
internal bleeding, I bed my seeding with deadly arrows
fly like sparrows, and get destroyed by the army of the pharaohs
cyborg, divine borg to the womb
alive you will see traveling loons from ???
the ancient palace, the ancient chalice