Reversing Entropy

by Khemmeta

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I created this to prove that I exist.

Mathematically.

khemmeta x 2 = tube

Mission accomplished.

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released 08 April 2015

All lyrics written and performed by Khemmeta, except for "Fine Leather Goods", written and performed by Khemmeta and Soul Hacker; "Airwalk" written and performed by Khemmeta and Jimi Swaggart; "Rules of Engagement" written and performed by Khemmeta and Born Historian; "Terminal", written and performed by Soul Hacker and Khemmeta. All beats produced by Khemmeta.

All record sessions, studio engineering, and technical heavy lifting facilitated by Khemmeta, except on "Rules of Engagement", recorded and mixed by Merge (Sergio Almonte).

Most tracks recorded into an MXL 990 microphone, through an M Box 2 Mini directly onto Ableton Live Suite or Sony Acid Pro. (Merge uses Pro Tools). All beats created in Ableton Live, Reason, Garage Band or Fruity Loops.

Cover art by Marissa Snoddy.

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Track Name: Storm Rage
i don’t frak wit none of y’all, let the storm rage
ice out every single one of y’all, might block out the sun on y’all
mr. burns, release the hounds, now get to runnin, y’all!
get off the property ‘fore some1 pull the gun on y’all

you’ll never reach me behind my slumberwall
don’t cc me none ya plans i’m feelin like i done it all
done with the runaround the races and the obstacles
i hopped all those already, feel me? technically i won it all

let the coal burn, firewall
smell like someone barbecuing? light it all
ain’t nobody got time for y’all
rather have bronchitis in the sinus than the sight of y’all

it’s a party and i’m sure i ain’t invited y’all
ice king throne but this ain’t no adventure time it’s all
good, don’t worry bout Meta i’ll be alright
because tonight i’m in my element, i’m balancing too high to fall


slam door, swallow key
prisoner of freedom from people who throttle me
i need a break from the old ways to get outta my own cage
time to set my own stage, i’mma let the storm rage

like an active volcano vomiting lava
i'll obliterate the village of any neighbor that's knocking
give me space, cuz i'm so frayed, unraveling my own brain
i need a snow day so i’mma let the storm rage


cold fusion when i blow, keep ya distance
cold season, get some sleep and drink ya liquids
code ten, man down, don’t need assistance
i got this, cold’s the only friend that keep consistent

[...cold never...] questioned my beliefs or my humanity
second-guessed my intelligence, disrespected my family
disconnected my roots, from the soil they was planted in
tried to sever my truths from the spirit that they standin in

here i am again, unreachable
i tried to tell you but ya brains is unteachable
figure if i’m about to talk to myself
i mighswell walk with myself, to mountaintops with myself

so... maybe it's an end of the saga
y'all don't know from blizzard, i'mma send you a blizzaga
winter forever, stop the globe where glaciers harden up
either that or change the address to antarctica


slam door, swallow key
prisoner of freedom from people who throttle me
i need a break from the old ways to get outta my own cage
time to set my own stage, i’mma let the storm rage

like an active volcano vomiting lava
i'd obliterate the village of any neighbor that's knocking
give me space, cuz i'm so frayed, unraveling my own brain
i need a snow day so i’mma let the storm rage


[...oooonnnnnnn!!!...]

through the beaches and the water parks
snowmageddon prophecy fulfilled when i forgot the art
the light's blinding to my eyes, but i got the dark
from my hideout i'm safe from meeting or causing harm

ice emperor hide temper, i been cold
dissociate from close associates and kinfolk
don’t try to stop me i’m feelin great and the
[...cold never bothered me anyway.]
Track Name: Atrophy
i present myself a new purple heart, every day i exist
i might not have no surface scars from the way that i live
but i'm hanging suspended in cryogenic abyss
plummeting in slow motion to the base of the pit

it goes: life's a bungie jump, so i shorten the cord
if that defeats the whole endeavor, i dunno what it's for
never been a thrill seeker, i'm the sort that'll gorge
on safety schemes to keep me north of any fjord in the course

the side hustle’s a stayin alive hustle
we pray that the right muscles are blessed to survive struggle
discarded for spare change, adulthood is costly
i flail beneath the surface, tryna breathe without oxygen

standing still is hard, but i make it look easy
if i could get a trophy for sleeping until it's 3p
i'd have a shelf fulla non-participant awards
but you don't get the key to the city for being born


taking steps is easy, but i turn em to catastrophe
subtle self-sabotage artist, behold the masterpiece
can't see progression, like the whole idea is blasphemy
but still petition those in charge to never let me atrophy

don't let me atrophy body don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, mental, don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, spirit, don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, ever, i'll never atrophy


glued to the doom tube, tryna find clues
why the others keep winnin, why do i lose?
even though i spit sicker lyrics than swine flu
i got a short list of skills that are fine tuned

i be tryin to try, but i'm lying too
lying in a fetal ball, trying not to rise too
quickly, gotta watch progression, breathe strictly
to fill lungs with oxygen and not make it a big thing

breath control has blessed my soul
actin timid cause i don't got death control
overzealous prep work can't protect my goals
from the arrow of time, even infects my home

even social skills evaporate when practice is abandoned
i abandon this society gladly i'd rather vanish
than be damaged by an apathetic universe's hammer
i never ask the question if failure could be the answer


taking steps is easy, but i turn em to catastrophe
subtle self-sabotage artist, behold the masterpiece
can't see progression, like the whole idea is blasphemy
but still petition those in charge to never let me atrophy

don't let me atrophy body don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, mental, don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, spirit, don't let me atrophy
don't let me atrophy, ever, i'll never atrophy
Track Name: Ghost Trains
apathy's the root of all evil
hatred's just belligerent apathy & I practice mad passive
apathetic interactions with the masses, when I transit
to & from my daily shackles trackin capitol

earbuds blast, may humanity vanish without a gasp,
may the questions strangers have for me never disturb my trance
i built a city of empty buses & ghost trains,
any tourists found within these borders is the most strange

i'm the most sane, according to my own gauge,
& really who's to tell me i'm wrong?
it's like there's no space homo sapiens inhabit safe for my own frame,
except the place I make in my songs

i've taken so long to illustrate years, should call them centuries
cursed to let the goddesses tell me what i was sent to be
stand-in for the loftiest notions, that we pretend to be
failures mean the labels i've fastened can't ever stick to me?


i ain't got no scabs, i got armor over open wounds
charged within the margins where my marker came too close to truth
pacemaker sprockets where my heart tissue is broken too
waiting for a comet for departure past a frozen moon

open with a chosen few, focused on the moment
though the omens of the closing of existence keep approaching
so here's hopin someone notices before we all expire
we don't need no observation, just a tribe of scribe's desires

there's a very real firearm, attached to the stares
of every human you encounter who is not of your lair
it's like we're all competing species, who need opposite air
so we're down to poison everything, til not a soul cares

already nobody cares, so what's the honest explanation
for a strange footprint in your fortress of isolation
time to release the hounds, let em feed to decrease the sounds
of any breath of bystanders still tryna keep you down


just because you pay rent somewhere, don't make it home
someone orderin you around for eight hours don't make you grown
everything you've done right, is the only mistakes you own
face it no one wants to mate us we're basically wasted souls

make it known, that soliloquy surfing will take its toll
the weight of experience pounces, to break your bones
can't control how the fog machines hinder your ways to glow
in case you don't castle up, the dementors might shank your hopes

keep retiring the fire, when they call your truth a liar
and you wonder if the fur and claws and stripes don't make a tiger
they keep calling you a tabby, and your mind is all lolcatty
you can has brainwashing doublespeak to keep you from attacking

maybe that or maybe massacre, you rabid! who's trained?
show these silly mortals where their place is on the food chain
try to call you who's name? ain't no need to answer
'less it's savvin up and slashin siamese for actin' panther
Track Name: The Last Question
Narrator:
i don't be knowin gun names, but i know he had a hand fulla death
aimed a few inches north of my chest
i woulda ran but my legs got stuck in my breath
i woulda hid, but that barrel's intimate with my head
it's looking dreadful

almost wet my pants, bladder fulla red bull
only thought was that the odor might upset
the gun holder and then he'd let a hole open inside my headskull
i'll get fired for getting blood on the register

HIM: keep it closed, yo i'm here for your soul
lead me to the back room, there you'll do what you're told
understand you're gonna die, if you can't get with the code
either way you're gonna die, you might not live to get old

NAR: might soil my pants yet, revenge for tonight
even nobodies' bodies give a shit when we die


it's on the back of my head, i'm walkin straight to the door
i'm hoping that he'll turn around and grab the cash in the drawer
but he's matching every step, why can't i leave from this store?
HIM: that's far enough mr clerk, put them knees on the floor

you're already dead, i'm just attending the wake
so mr. clerk are you the owner of this shitty bodega?
NAR: i say nothing ...
HIM: .... speak the FRAK up or my gun will respond
NAR: i'm just here to pay the rent and keep my wireless on

HIM: well, mr. rent, what's your biggest fear?
NAR: ...dying alone
HIM: i can save you from that now, but say goodbye to your hopes
and dreams of any future life you think you're dying to know
i'm not here to give you comfort, just to pry your control

back from the fear that has you here about to die in the store
cuz if you write your epitaph, it says "you died of your boredom"


the LAST QUESTION i'mma ask about this life if it's yours
'fore this nine roast your mind like the white in a s'more
would you die a happy clerk, if you died in this store
either tonight or the year 2594?

NAR: man please don't shoot me....
HIM: ...my what pitiful sobs
what did mr. clerk do before he slipped on this job?
NAR: i mean, um, i used to paint...
HIM: ..."i mean um" why did you stop?
to sell these cigarettes and swishers to oblivious sods?

it's time you got back to your canvases and never come back
i'll take your address from your wallet i'll be there if you slack
and you'll be dead, now get to steppin fore i mail you these caps
NAR: he didn't need to tell me twice, i bailed in a snap

i'm talkin mad athletic, Caster Semenya couldn't catch me
runnin faster than the flash, didn't even let the asthma
in the lungs slow me down, with that gun in the store
and my feet, on the ground, i'm at light speed
no time to get tired there's a fresh burnin fire
that's fueling my desire for a life he
didn't snuff out, and i can't let drain
into nothing tryna keep myself safe from expiring
Track Name: Fine Leather Goods ft. Soul Hacker
Khemmeta:
customized Airwalks, different color laces
copped so many Walks, that i coulda copped braces

day shift, weaving webs, finna make feasts
got enough State Streets for like 8 weeks

lately, i been running surplus in the pockets
so if it's fresh and reasonably priced, i'mma cop it

talkin bout i got enough niners caps?
Red&Gold Crown in erry color they designing man!

listen, i be on a mission out at Hilltop
for real it's not a game, and if you thinking that it will stop

you need to pop a pill, cause you're clearly off your rocker
million hoodie march, a revolution in my locker

y'all be on that health club, milk and diet wheaties
i'm caramel pecanbon, extra diabetes

this is not your shopping spree, kindly hop up offa deez
i'mma do what's hot for me, every time i'm breathing in these...

[fine leather goods]


Soul Hacker:
just got paid, friday night
Johnny Kemp got it right

that's the anthem, put your damn hands up
time to pop tags and fill shopping bags up

I'm bout to slay, bout to get cray
Tazmanian through macy's they like, "how Sway?!"

it's easy, I'm a money-bending avatar
snacking on some caviar, my money stretching hella far

they say invest: put it in your savings
nah. I'mma feed all my cravings

I like gold man, I'mma buy some gold thangs
to match my gold fangs, like gold rangs and gold chains

and you know, I gotta treat my ussy-pay
hello dragon, please call my baby

he slide through, he come play
we gon sip champagne, then we both sang

[fine leather goods]


Khemmeta:
my lids card keep my head under the best fitteds
i mess with it, any size 8 that's SF, get it

59Fifty, Mitchell & Ness
never snapbacks, too big in the head

eff living with less, shopping stifles the stress
i work seven day weeks, when it's time to refresh

catch Meta any second with a caffeinated beverage
fresh pad of paper, add my raps and they perfect it

shopping with my womanfriend, and her homie Lauren,
Ralph. when we see a deal, you know we scorin

here we go explorin, epic journey seeking meaning
and i see them haters sizing up my gradient and thinking

that i'm tacky as life, middle finger if you hate it
but i'm matching your spite, put it on and i'll parade it like

i know you love it, i got it at Ross
i work hard for the money, then i shop like a boss.
Track Name: Airwalk ft. Jimi Swaggart
Khemmeta:
zip it in, zip it out
interlopers don't know what we talkin bout
boss chick, A-Town
gettin perked puffin on that purple loud

push start the Prius, we not with that weak shit
i get 40 miles for each g that i sink in
any new beats you need me to complete it
when scIce spit on mics best to pump up them speakers and

clap for K-Matic when he rappin fast
light it up, puff it twice but then you have to pass
we don't frak with bogarts you know what the codes are
act like a koch bro get sent home with no spark

i don't cop Jordans i rock Airwalks
Miley Cyrus stunt but Metamari got a job
i work for a livin, need a Ferd truck
towin' whales off the beach, surfs up


push start on the '05, ride thru 415
5 dime, Pinole, slide thru El Cerrito fly
grimey or graceful keep it beastmode in the
City of Pride and Purpose, delivering higher learning for ya

frak trickin anthems and weak beats
only stripper track that i'm slapping is by Kalenna (6000 sisters!)
mathematical, rabid off of sabbatical
runnin hyperspheres around 2 dimensional rapper’s souls!

i ain't coppin J's i rock Airwalks
Wiz Khalifa stunt, but Metamari got a job
custom laced, so they fresh, call em rarewalks
Airwalks


Swaggart:
I take the extra step
I go the extra mile
And when I start travelling
I go Into The Wild
Gold student style
Soul Glo oozing out
Slo-Mo cruising route
Ghost rode boozin stout

I let my dogs breathe so they don't bark
I stretched my cock ring until it broke apart
I walk like Wyle E. Coyote
Float without me knowing
scIce dropped the beat
But I found out where it's going

Moon Door's been opened
A crowd appeared hoping
I'm performing exactly like Frederic Chopin
I'm not the one to push keys out in the open
Nor keys that's been "wroten"
The gallery's went rogue-when

The Captains be the coldest
I'm on my Wally West
So don't judge me by race is what I suggest
With protest, yo I pass them bars
So I coulda been a lawyer, or Ryan Gosling in cars
(Walk Hard)
Track Name: Hydraulic
hydraulic fracturing what the facts is
a metric frackton of fluid to get the gas in
gear up the well, so exxon can make its cash, and
pay Rex Tillerson's 40 million salary

it's all good til drinking water gets contaminated
thousand plus cases of it sneaking into glasses making
faucets spray that arsenic juice, quiet slaughter
frack moonshine, we got real firewater

holy fractals, methane in the bathtub
scrub a dub carcinogenic bubbling acid
bad suds, evaporate into asthma
bad luck, if you living near the platform

frackin with our ego, humility, greed sponsored
can't claim first world when you lackin in clean water
frackfiends decimate communities quick
big energy is focusin on gettin that fix


frack that!
we giving them fat stacks
for letting that frack crap leak into our tap tap

frack that!
while they take showers in cash baths
our water is too fracked to wash gluteus max crack


who the frack want what, that we can’t buy off
you better take this million dollars ‘for your kids die off
sign off on this gag, or take your chances with that tap sludge
first rule of frack club, don’t talk about frack club

that's us, gas up, thank you for your business
we gon keep the nation moving, greater danger, greater winnings
leaks, quakes, fires, all accidents and coincidence
if you can prove we fumbled we'll give you some minor ends to spend

eat up, drink up too, we love you
technophobe hippies hate what we must do
frackin NIMBYs need to hush and let the future run it's courses
fracking everywhere forever except never near my horses

horse twerk team needs water to live
let the peasants pop bubbly, while my wallet get thick
fracking fluids got what plants crave, the idiocracy of
stashin mad bank while i'm digging mass graves

FRACK THAT!!!
we giving them fat stacks
for letting that frack crap leak into our tap tap

frack that!
while they take showers in cash baths
our water is too fracked to wash gluteious max crack


frackery level 3000, disease in our sinks now
detergent bleach that you drink down, even noxious clouds you can breathe down
lungs leaking out, radiation is peaking now
where the frack is captain planet when you need him found

ninja smash and frack, right under our noses
hopin we won't notice til they've made flame throwers from our hoses
roast garden salad? any hippie would love that
open up a restaurant, radioactive muskrats

bucks in the capitals, soldiers for corporate liberty
broad daylight deregulation conspiracy
no Illuminati, but beware big oil lobbyists'll
whistle nonchalantly while they poisoning your body kid!

holy frankenfrack, evaporation sprays
blast the hazards to the atmosphere, its afterlife is acid rain
modus operendi frackin insane
hug your loved ones tight, humanity's last days.
FRACK THAT!
Track Name: Rules of Engagement ft. Born Historian
Khemmeta:
never burn flags, burn body bags
red and white stripes, white stars, blue patch
210 pound live swine, straight jacket
1400 fahrenheit fire, brains ash

don't hang flags upside-down
hang the lawyer from the flagpole at the courthouse grounds
red white and blue fabric got him swinging around
half mast until the grand dragon's bringing him down

why piss on old glory? snip, snip it to strips
soak the wicks with the whiskey, dip it into the mix
light it up, bottoms up, give the nixons a sip
let em sip that burning feeling that their citizen's live

save enough for mayor knowles, fashion a blindfold
march him outta city hall, with the rifle to his skull
and to his ally to the deep south extradite his soul
otherwise the whole society's indicted for his role

in painting targets on our youth, when they crossin the street
leavin paramedics out, as they lay on the ground
exhume the body after burial to sit in the court
as the defendant when the grand jury's faking a trial

and they indict and convict, death sentence confirmed
no need for a cell, time already served
life already terminated, medals handed out for
efficient policing for every light that is purged


BornHistorian:
Can't point out who's to blame I just wanna lose control
This is a choice to be blind
Or its something that u choose to know
With no peace in the streets when police is quick to bruise your skull
It's all about last name salary and who u know
So many deaths back to back to so unusual another pig got away with murder it's unexcusuable
If u dodge a bullet dont ignore and refuse to know..
They'll knock on your door with no excuse to fuckin take your soul..
Rape your faith to grow..
From the start take control..
They always neglecting the help.
And a difference between disrespect bitch and espressing yourself
So they try to find Penton in wealth
To make quota
Randomly search or pull ya over just to break shoulders
Handcuffed face slammed as ya jewels hit pavement..treat it like a tool ..its not a toy that u play with..
And they only talking out they ass when ever they say shit. .so we make noise.. roit and break shit...take shit..
Fuck this fake shit..we stop and chant..protest as one down the street. screaming I am Oscar grant
Uphold peace... cation tape and road block whole street til we hit record and let the whole world see


Khemmeta:
rest in peace to Oscar Grant, let's say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
to name the lives that were taken by the violence of state

R.I.P. to Mike Brown, let's say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
to name the lives that were taken by the violence of state


in case of loss to humanity, don't break glass
don't break curfew, no spray cans
don't paint rage slogans over posters advocating
for consumer apathy, get it? don't wake masses

cause you know them state enforcers is just fiennin to bash
give em a reason and they swinging, listen, breathing is banned
do not petition your government for a meaningful change
unless you've scheduled an appointment two weeks in advance

under zero circumstances may you block the commute
slow the shoppers or the service workers choppin they food
you're makin war upon the system, that's a pox upon you
drones'll lock on to your house and send the swat in your room

turn your whole neighborhood into an open air oscar mayer
factory farm, meaning coppers at large
consider lots of em armed; extremely dangerous, do not engage
they'll write your name on that obituary page!


rest in peace to Oscar Grant, let's say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
to name the lives that were taken by the violence of state

R.I.P. to Mike Brown, let's say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
to name the lives that were taken by the violence of state

R.I.P. Darrien Hunt, say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
to name the lives that were taken by the violence of state

R.I.P. to Tamir Rice, say ashay
too young for the casket, too early for the grave, what a shame
there ain't enough time in the day
there ain't enough time.
Track Name: Savages + Infidels
air raid sirens, rockets flying, kids crying
running to the bunkers, thinking, "this isn't life"
isn't right that a family can't sleep through the night
less than a minute from the sounds of the sirens to survive

make it out alive, wonderin bout a better way
today we're all civilians, but we're bound to fight another day
those terrorists and radicals intendin to exterminate
kamikaze cowards never looking justice in the face

this is no way to live
all we want is a home, somewhere safe for our kids
future warriors cause we ready for jihad when it comes
stone throwin savages is gettin dropped by these guns

who invented the uzi? opposition feelin woozy
hope their necks is turned to Mecca when our weapons get to choosing
bullets wedded to their flesh til the death, perish swift
another genocidal terrorist at permanent rest...


WE'RE SURE YOU STARTED IT, WE'RE GONNA FINISH IT
YOU LOVE WAR, WE'RE DEFENDING INNOCENTS
CLAIM WE'RE REIGNING TERROR, BUT YOUR ACTIONS MAKE US MILITANT
EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT YOU'RE THE SAVAGES WE'RE DEALING WITH

YOUR WHOLE PHILOSOPHY'S ATROCITY
TRYNA WIPE PEOPLE OFF THE MAP, FORGET THE TALKS OF PEACE
WE'RE SO BLESSED AND SO WE HOLD DEATH
FINNA GIVE YOU A PRESCRIPTION OF YOUR OWN MEDS


rockets flying, kids dying
bodies in the rubble, in their eyes there isn't life
isn't right that families don't live through the night
hear the crash inside your building you're no longer alive

tell us not to ally with rocket launching zealots
y'all can't tell em from civilians, if we let your weapons tell it
mad our militants don't pay you royalties for the terror
you hope our spirits break but we adjusted to the weather

this is no way to die
in the middle of the night without a hope to survive
only thing you let us have, is our death and our god
a mathematical computation that equates to jihad

then you mad at the bombs, you steady lighting the fuses
act confused at the explosions deconstructing the roofs
try to scare us into not fighting back
a deadly cycle and there ain't a portal out of this trap
we fire back, like


WE'RE SURE YOU STARTED IT, WE'RE GONNA FINISH IT
YOU LOVE WAR, WE'RE DEFENDING INNOCENTS
CLAIM WE'RE REIGNING TERROR, BUT YOUR ACTIONS MAKE US MILITANT
EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT YOU'RE THE INFIDELS WE'RE DEALING WITH

YOUR WHOLE PHILOSOPHY'S ATROCITY
TRYNA WIPE PEOPLE OFF THE MAP, FORGET THE TALKS OF PEACE
WE'RE SO BLESSED AND SO WE HOLD DEATH
FINNA GIVE YOU A PRESCRIPTION OF YOUR OWN MEDS

WE'RE SURE YOU STARTED IT, WE'RE GONNA FINISH IT
YOU LOVE WAR, WE'RE DEFENDING INNOCENTS
CLAIM WE'RE REIGNING TERROR, BUT YOUR ACTIONS MAKE US MILITANT
EVERYBODY KNOWS THAT YOU'RE THE SAVAGES WE'RE DEALING WITH

YOUR WHOLE PHILOSOPHY'S ATROCITY
TRYNA WIPE PEOPLE OFF THE MAP, FORGET THE TALKS OF PEACE
STILL WE'RE SO BLESSED AND SO WE HOLD DEATH
FINNA GIVE YOU A PRESCRIPTION OF YOUR OWN MEDS
Track Name: Terminal ft. Soul Hacker
Soul Hacker:
The symptoms were similar
you could tell it was eating away at their soul
by the lack of empathy
displayed in their last days
It was all a haze
the way
they ignored each other's pain
laughed at each other's shortcomings
stood on the bloody bodies to feel tall
mocked the call
to resist
the disease
that we knew would bury us all
O' why they kept coming
shooting us down
making our mothers cry
Dark days felt darker for the darkest ones who had to hide the best parts of themselves in forts
incognito
Away from those who could not hold them
They prayed for those who could not hold them
But God said she had given them so many chances
Then it happened
spasms, screaming, crying
You could see it coursing through their veins
This wasn't revenge
Just reverse entropy
They were reaping what they sewed
If only they had known
the price
would be their soul
bodies became soul less
They were so less
living only a fraction of the life they could have had
They imploded
Folded into themselves
There was chaos for a while
We mourned the loss of humanity
Trying to not be Jonah
Swallowed by the whale of grief
But we circled back to love
But we circled back to love
We came back to love

Khemmeta:
when hate becomes a terminal disease
you’ll wake up in the morning and all that you’ll feel is free
you’ll look into the mirror and all that you’ll see is glee
on the visage of an image just stoked it can call you “me”

when you leave a crib, it’s a party on the streets
djs bumpin the beats and everyone is glad to meet
nobody’s excluded and everyone’s on they feet
everyone’s in the kitchen and everyone loves the heat, yo

when hate becomes a terminal disease
a roof over your head won’t mean a complicated lease
your daily life pursuits won’t be choking you like a leash
happiness won’t be some improbable mountain peak

you’ll climb unhindered by competitive ascenders
never have to fork your neighbor’s forearm for your dinner
lemonade in the summer; hot chocolate in the winter
no need to cheat to win the day everyone is a winner, uh

when hate becomes a terminal disease
lovers explore each other in whichever way they please
no pitchfork lynch mobs await with arcane decrees
to segregate the heathenous “they” from the sacred “we”

prayers are blessings for neighbors, never curses on foes
no need to calculate for their success, vs their woes
no need to separate the breath of poetry from our prose
love will never be as fleeting as an uprooted rose, but yo

when hate becomes a terminal disease
priests’ll see that love is the holiest creed to teach
christians’ll take heed to what jesus actually preached
teachers’ll have pupils whose lives don’t have to be bleak

bullying won’t be a rite of passage or a necessary
evil as we show our younglings how to live respectfully
as equals and especially that "lessar-than's" a crock of fiction
better yet, that fam extends and every human is a kinsman

when love becomes the only way to live
saying, “i hate your face” will be the only way to fib
no one will fear success the day jealousy’s made a myth
no crabs to grab the ankles when everyone gets uplifted

‘cause, escape velocity needed to evade the poverty
on earth won’t be a problem when society puts prophecy
a couple hundred steps ahead profit as a priority
celebrate our victories, give the people seniority

preemptive eagles strike, talons drippin with murder
ripping families apart to find justice, it's just absurd
toddlers playin cops and robbers near coppers get early burials
war’s everywhere, hate’s been terminal

so when we learn to halt the pandemic
isolate the pathogen inoculate our children
before they start displayin symptoms
if we can’t cure the sickness, we can say rest in peace to human existence.