Name: CrIz AKA (UndeNiable)
General :
Writing , Lyrically Sceptical , Dancing , Reading Fictional Fact telling .
Location: The Outer Realm
Age: Older than Gods Dog

"When all the cards are on the table it is hard to know what ones the fable , so just suck it up and embrace your hand because in this life we are only human" written by: CrIz
Behind Illuminated Shadows

 Shadows behind a somber riddin corpse
remains of light winged flesh meant to soar
crimson flows over elongated arms
jagged ridged nails rip to tare any remnants
creating an open dimension to remove Afrit from all feel
tighten to a fetal position sending it to Abaddon
let it be ravaged burn tortured as did once her leased being
vertabrae elevated repositioned some entirely removed
extensions of world change now focused on self worth
hands extend to reap unlothed wound coverage
Shadowed spirits flow currents of fridged air to front
strength in back bone hardness now rebuilds
New buds soft feathery gently caresses the skin
formation slowly consistant with growth
movements of all natures to smooth the coarse
a slight breeze flutters erecting the limbs
calm young ones composition of weight extensive
shameless reliance though reluctant to need
time of essance to become structurally sound
allowing a bond from seeded to seed
then to head restful to the sky
By: Crystal L Davis
The World in Which we Live

A shamed embarassed a toiled direction of flames
Sprayed inialation of head devored carceses
derranged prospects of under rated digenerate souls
bound reborn then rebound for futile generational schemes
sentiments of undertoned scowls from pestilant crys
lacking devoted loyalty in faith prophesized wisdom
brasin screams from an underminded spirit rearranged
blood curdling soaked from elevating temples of disease

Fremented only lamenting to prove periodic themes
Now ash dehydrated from neverending triggers of heat
flows of airborn resignateed currents of tantilating greed
unorganized regiments of blasfamic dabrie
shatter scattered insenous mockeries of self doubt
bruised by tongue infested demoralized words

Crazed built on unfathemable deliverance of grace
misplaced only reasonably by reculected scene memories
blinded forth with in injuction with the rising of destructed rage
vengance slowly elevating by compiled belittled voices of pressure
crushing devoid masses of untainted thoughtful dreams
reassurance to enter ample drags of self reliance
mezmorized by enlightening showers of meteor stars
flooded release to illuminated crippled failed shards
pieces ever slightly decending
unto sacronized complition
submerging melding forming sacred crevases of meditation
allowing primal humanity relative mediocracy
a cranial alliance of a relevant humanitized community of peace
By: Crystal L Davis 
 
First Time ever spitting on the mic