Sacred Titles

You do not have the honor of speaking my name out loud unless your vocal cords can climb up my body, wrap around my throat, and squeeze me until my sense of self oozes out.
In other words, keep my name out your mouth.
Names are sacred but my name is elevated, unregulated,
celebrated
My point is its off limits.
Its above your class level
Stay in your place peasant.
If I needed someone to tell me about me Id consult my inner beast and let her roar
Id like to say her bark is worse than her bite but the silent killers are always the most deadly
And her bite is a venomous cancer
I do not need a third party to tell me who I am.
Do not whisper unless your tongue can slither into my self conscious and tug the inner fruit of my being out by its stem
Do not open your mouth if it is just a tunnel of never ending hollowness
Do not pass go
Do not collect 200 dollars
Go straight to hell
This is a monopoly of my name
Many are like it but none of them have the same connotation
I wreak havoc, strike fear
I am incorrigible, undeniable, upward spiral
I am high
High in the clouds
High on life
High on the power of my name
You peasants can not kill my vibe
Sobriety is not an understood concept when my title gets involved.
Evolved, Resolved, Know it all
My name speaks every language
Around the world and back again, its connotation will always remain unscathed
My name will be legendary
You cannot lie on my legend
I'm too fly for this nonsense
Call me Aries because I'll murder you
Metaphorically speaking
My hands are far too pretty to get dirty on the likes of you
They're actually quite delicate
Dainty even
I've been told there kind of soft
My name is distracting.
Distracting enough to obstruct your vocal cords as they try and speak it
Your esophogus swells up in my name's presence
My name is overwhelming, gripping, enlightening
Sorry I meant tightening
around your throat
Around your mind
Around your soul
If you think that you can handle death in a sentence by all means try your luck at speaking my name in vain
But until then..
Until your words can climb up my body
Until your vocal cords can wrap around my neck
Until you can pull them so tight they squeeze my sense of me out
Until you become worthy of that honor..
Keep sacred titles out of your mouth.

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