i was listening to some low-key industrial last night and started to freestyle under my breath. this is the transcription of what i came up with, so i hope you guys enjoy it.
the beat is pretty damn simple and basic, as is the rhyme and rhythm, but it is still pretty smooth and gets the point across.

circumnavigating the extremeties
has led us to growing insanaties
in those little corn row hedge row
differences that glow that burn and flow
between veins and muscle tissue
like some fathomless leagueless sensation
an elephant pulling us from the issue
to another preacher annotating proclamation
"ignorance leads to unseen disease,
the flesh burns and stings and dear God, please,
curse those heathen-suffer those cretins
destroy these meager taste these neither
here I stand, or there I plan, dear God, please
forgive the ingnorant and their lushious disease"
until we clone-fed stomp our feet till blood pours
between pews ankles and castrated sores
our muscles flash to rubber and pits stink
but we are together, we are together, we think
we are together, we fall together in a single blink
it all comes crashing down
from hill to ant-lead town
pulses begin to waver
and all he thinks is "dear god, save her,
save her breath and save her soul,
kill her curse and i shall sin no more"
trusting ourselves to our levity
brings us closer and closer to our sanity
parceled leverage in tiny stacks and columns
retrofitted with brass silver and mocking solemn
jeers that echo echo echo echo
and say "let go let go let go let go"
just another three card monte
to turn our backs and flaunt it, flaunt thee
to the long-dead gods wondering
"thus thy day has come, ye wandering bastion
of complexity y complexion. take un hand,
take un land, take un clan and take un sand,
destroy thy neighbors and fuck thy brothers and
curse thy favors in exchange for heavenly labours"
and we bow our heads, a sign of acceptance
drowning in history, false and accepted
stuck between pages of ink blessed in gold
blessed in red blessed in red blessed in gold,
we bless we bless we age and we crawl
under the beams so high
waiting for the time to cry
pulses begin to waver
and all he thinks is "dear god, save her,
save her fire and save her grace,
kill her entire, ageless, porcelain face"