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No Quarter
Written by: Quinlyn Visindi, Asterian Court Poet
Date: Saturday, April 26th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone
Psychopathic
In your cellar attic
Brought up in the hometown of murder
A pile of corpses? Just another hurdle
Watch where you stick that knife
We bleed poison
What's in taking a life
What's in all these dark choices?
Cleave to
Was gung-ho
Ride or die for the Night
Loyalty bred through the spilling of blood
Then crystallized in this purple flood
While you bow down and kneel and surrender
We were too busy pushing past barriers
Gift this quill to my city, I'll lend her
Enough ink to help bag all our quarries
Smarter than most
But what's brains without power?
Where's diplomacy end
When your enemies cower?
Drug it down turn it up paint it on like a mural
Let sheer Progress blare forth both sui generis and choral
Take em down to the shore
To the sharks and coral
See the sweat on my brow
But on fayads its floral
Failing every exam til it came to the oral
Darkness flows from my tongue
You could call it immoral
You could call it deceptive
Duplicitous even
When His schemes synergize
As the judges are leaving
When it's wall to wall bangers all dressed up in riddles
But this rhythm produces no beat for the fiddles
No tune for the drums cause this shit is ad hoc
Cause it's legerdemain like the pick in the lock
And you ask who's this bastard?
Whose prodigal daughter?
I was birthed from these streets
I belong to the Quarter
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Aeguary, in the year 974 AF.
No Quarter
Written by: Quinlyn Visindi, Asterian Court Poet
Date: Saturday, April 26th, 2025
Addressed to: Everyone
Psychopathic
In your cellar attic
Brought up in the hometown of murder
A pile of corpses? Just another hurdle
Watch where you stick that knife
We bleed poison
What's in taking a life
What's in all these dark choices?
Cleave to
Was gung-ho
Ride or die for the Night
Loyalty bred through the spilling of blood
Then crystallized in this purple flood
While you bow down and kneel and surrender
We were too busy pushing past barriers
Gift this quill to my city, I'll lend her
Enough ink to help bag all our quarries
Smarter than most
But what's brains without power?
Where's diplomacy end
When your enemies cower?
Drug it down turn it up paint it on like a mural
Let sheer Progress blare forth both sui generis and choral
Take em down to the shore
To the sharks and coral
See the sweat on my brow
But on fayads its floral
Failing every exam til it came to the oral
Darkness flows from my tongue
You could call it immoral
You could call it deceptive
Duplicitous even
When His schemes synergize
As the judges are leaving
When it's wall to wall bangers all dressed up in riddles
But this rhythm produces no beat for the fiddles
No tune for the drums cause this shit is ad hoc
Cause it's legerdemain like the pick in the lock
And you ask who's this bastard?
Whose prodigal daughter?
I was birthed from these streets
I belong to the Quarter
Penned by my hand on the 1st of Aeguary, in the year 974 AF.