Marvel
There’s nothing in the universe, nothing in DC
That’s fantastic or galactic enough to be me
I’m a marvel
So amazing and venomous with a lyrical hook
I cause carnage in the streets and everywhere you look
I’m a marvel
It all started out like any other normal day
My shirt was quicksilver and my jeans were grey
A fresh sheet in front of me and a pencil mixing in
Rhymes deadly as weapon x, like I’m from Michigan
Slick as night crawlers and with twice the mystique
Wiser than any professor teaching magnetism
Word factors multiplied into a strange pragmatism
I wrote like a colossus while in a toad’s physique
Then it hit me, I suddenly realized
I could write with a fury that could shield the sky
Or set it on fire in waves like a jet ski
I wouldn’t need a phoenix to come resurrect me
From America to Britain, no captain could defend me
Not a war machine or iron man has the mettle to avenge me
So I listened to the blackhearts beating on my block
Kept an eye on my objective like I was a Cyclops
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The next day, a guy on a dark horse said I was a gimmick
Said my skill was a small thing, I was just an image
Bragged about being supreme and a real wildcat
I was spawned from him like a feather in a styled hat
He said all the chaos I wrote of came from stories on cable
I was hard candy that he could chew now or later
I was nothing but a clown, he was the real violator
I had never known strife and my torment was a fable
He laughed and he laughed but no joke exists
To cover the insults he punished me with
Went further and said the difference between you and me
You’re friendly as ice cream, you should be a jubilee
You pose so much you belong with Vogue
Trying to gambit your past into a rogue
One after another his opinion was unwanted
But I was being knocked with an infinity gauntlet
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I didn’t know how to respond
My blood turned to ice and my nerves were calm
Were my illusions of grandeur intentional?
Or could my abilities really destroy any sentinel?
I questioned myself on the best path to relief
But I abandoned all hope and unleashed the beast
I was ready to deliver a death strike non-stop
I didn’t care if he was ready for the onslaught
Right then, the clouds circled and I felt a storm
Morph my heart into a more sinister form
Told him I dare devils to come challenge this kingpin
The man became sand and his ego started sinking
As good as I am you think you’ll put a stop to this?
I’m the four horsemen, archangel, and the apocalypse
Once I get going, I don’t brake and I don’t shift
Don’t you know who I am? I’m the juggernaut.....!
poem by P.R. Prosper
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