primal needle
I write while the world sleeps, I don’t twitch,
Pages burn under my hands, I’m too rich, B WORD.
I spit storms of words that make oceans switch,
You trip on my flow, can’t handle the pitch, B WORD.
I bleed ink like blood, it runs deep in my niche,
You skim and you stumble, too slow for this, B WORD.
I build kingdoms of letters, my empire’s a glitch,
You can’t touch the throne, you just a B WORD.
I rhyme while you cough, I spin while you twitch,
I craft galaxies fast, you’re left in a ditch, B WORD.
I write through the chaos, I write in a switch,
I move worlds with my pen, you’re weak as a B WORD.
I write in the silence, I write in the stitch,
Every line’s a weapon, I strike like a B WORD.
I dream in paragraphs, I wake in a pitch,
You drown in my flood, can’t match me B WORD.
I write past the sun, I write past the niche,
You gasp, you fall, you forever a B WORD.
I write like a demon with fire to enrich,
You can watch, you can stare, but you still a B WORD.
I write in the blood of every word I twitch,
You’re trapped in the shallow while I scratch every B WORD.
I write through the night, I write past the glitch,
My ink is immortal, your pen just a B WORD.
I write like a hurricane, nothing you can switch,
You try to compete, but you always a B WORD.
I write for the bold, the insane, the kitsch,
You just trail behind, forever a B WORD.
I write like the stars bend to my pitch,
You blink, you crumble, you always a B WORD.
I write and I roar, I write without stitch,
The world bends to me, and you stay a B WORD.
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