Top of this pedestal, locked to this arnt we all/

works seminal/ like your Moms but less oedipal

I don’t suffer fools , got rougher rules, but less ethical

Wrote the contract, but (damn) in blood its less legible



Shattered glass ceiling wont content my polemical

I'm insolently grasping at the rope as the ladder pulls,

Radicals, Influence me , / unrelenting culls

Blood drenched in pools, contempt it pulls



I'm affable, but your catcalls are untenable

Your attitude, platitudes , red rags to bull

Body bag nags to be full, targets plentiful

Enemies venerable, unrelenting, cruel



Captured , like a rapture , splash wine across the vestibule

Limbs hacked like lumberjacks, revenge is mine, plentiful

You're Impotently thrashing like a kraken with severed tentacles

I'm back to kill, stood in the centre of seven sentinels


back to kill

in the centre of seven sentinels

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles

That’s the drill

Army of ratchet professionals

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles


Her name was Olea, alias Li’l Ash

Catch her runnin’ barefoot down various rail tracks

Taking lunch-packs to them’ working the gold-black

Her family been digging them mines since way back



She was beautiful, in a way that’s grace minimal

Lace delicate , / faced hate subliminal

Kin like mycelia tendrils spread invisible,

Thicker than water Biblical, indivisible


A matricarchy , Mothers love was unequivocal,

Mythical, Earth, Mary, ship unsinkable

Icebergs come with curves, no reserves, unthinkable

A new broad in town, ship down, love conditional



Death of a mother in her prime, story’s old

Girls ring was snatched before / corpse was cold

Wed Olea’s Dad, took his love, the black gold

Her deeds left more than forty dead, the story goes



An Explosion / it’s dangerous / digging for minerals

Corporate manslaughter , burn scars red as pimpernels

Cashing in her good deeds to feed grief, lamentable -

Little Ash stands as one of seven sentinels


back to kill

in the centre of seven sentinels

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles

That’s the drill

Army of ratchet professionals

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles


Next in the frame, her names Plain Jane

They look straight through her / a glass pane

Your last pain strips the illusion you maintain

You never truly see her, the dame change

Love is blind but there’s no romance to her end game

She’s in favour of your hurt, she’s propane

Rush like cocaine , spread like a bloodstain

On the bed of a newlywed, motel off the strip, slain



She’s every woman you imagine and more

A virgin, /a widow,/ a whore

Girl next door, // walking metaphor

Your lust, //your vrais amour

your heart’s desires her shape shifts

faceless, hairs at neck’s nape lift

The last bits of your mask slips//

Laid bare as your soul eclipsed



Retinal burns from this vain spectacle

threat to all, standing as one, epochal

terror reigns torrential, prophetical

Whenever Jane’s one of seven sentinels

back to kill

in the centre of seven sentinels

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles

That’s the drill

Army of ratchet professionals

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles

Princess atop the tower block is Cheyenne

360 spycam scan white knight side man

She snipes with a rifle / sights set wide pan

Across the horizon bullets slice the sky like, damn

Only Lakota truly knows her, and he knows all

No fool can keep out his code call, expose all

Makes jest of pen-testers, hacking those walls the code calls,

Trojan tokens popping up like toadstools



Bill is six, // switch blade artist

His wit is cunning, logic sharpist

Path of least resistance the fastest

Darkness is harnessed when he harvests his targets

Seven, his voice the sound made when heaven falls

His powers of persuasion are measured in decibels

In decimals he decimated dignitries in city halls

Giant’s song topples cathedrals and city walls
back to kill

in the centre of seven sentinels

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles

That’s the drill

Army of ratchet professionals

Impotently thrasin like a kraken, severed tentacles
If you paid attention know I made no mention

of the centre and skipped straight five six seven

Four is ill fortune to some conventions

Red circle prevention deathly intentions

Tensions put spring in tendons, suspension of sentence

Vengeance, repentance, thirst quenchin’



Your benching triple figures henchmen

We smoked ‘em quicker than some Bensons



Typical me, Queen B, my injuries reciprocal

Strike one you strike all the middle is pivotal

Original moll, cold

My pinnacle, invincible

At the centre still, vex vermin with Rentakill

Enemies fat with greed, I left em, skeletal

Bars I spat so sick, they need Stemetil

Retreat to the beat or the pulse of seven sentinels