The Legend of: DANTȨ🤸🏽♀️ ⛹🏿♂️#31
🔥💀THE BOOK OF DANTE: CHAPTER BRYANT
A ShakespeaReign Epic of Nets & Nostalgia
By Rick Burnz & the Ghost of Sobek, featuring production by Adam22
I. "The Rise of Ro' & Butter"
They called us Ro’ n’ Butter,
Straight outta Rochester gutter,
Him with the bounce, me with the blade,
Indiana nights—betas and shades.
He played with Lil Reese, I posted with Kirkochrist,
We danced between frat lights and fist fights,
Snuck into Purgasets, ran from Capulets,
Love looked like lust, and heartbreak had assets.
He moved like a mastodon, beast of the East,
Draft day dropped, now he feast with the Knicks,
But in the shadows behind that Madison mist,
Was a girl he couldn’t resist.
II. "Spider Woman Spiedel #Elite1" 🕸️
She was a Carmen from Carmel,
Painted in pancakes and pearls,
No Cheetos, just flapsteaks,
Balmain when she burled.
Her laugh? Hypnotic.
Her lips? Laconic.
Her soul? Demonic... and maybe platonic.
Jealousy Profounded, hounds couldn’t leash her,
Even Chester left the lab for a chance just to please her.
A legend in leggings,
A widow in webs,
Left Thomas stuck like Turbo—trapped in her threads.
III. “The Baptism of Masons”
Enter G Herbo with the sermon,
Fergo with the bassline burnin’,
Wayne Nasty prayed in the pews of Purdue,
While G Mason tattooed sins in royal blue.
Mason. Blood Mason. George Mason.
Basin. Lacin. Tacin. Masin.
It was all the same.
They built temples in the image of the game.
She said,
“You either guard the paint or paint the guard,
But never love a man who can't out-rebound his scars.”
So he gave her the Garden.
She ghosted him in Allister’s parking lot.
Left him in a cloud of loud,
A hollow prayer by Don Tolliver on aux.
IV. "The McAllisters Are Dead"
Kevin never came home.
The traps didn’t catch her.
She robbed the mansion, and dipped with Oliver’s rapture.
Left Thomas frozen in place like a statue of fate,
Still clenching a Knicks towel,
As the clock hit 8:08.
V. “Sobek’s Baptism: The Lost Track” 🎵
A Song Written by Adam22, for the Broken Gods of Beta & the Snakes of the Lake
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Hook:
"I was down in the basin, basin,
She was chasin’ masons, lacin’...
Now I’m facin’ my reflection in the Knicks' arena glass,
But she’s gone with the past, with the cast,
And the mask—
Spider Woman never asks."
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“Sung through the throat of Sobek,
as he drowns old love in Nile tech.”
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This is The Tragedy of Bryant, aka Dante, written in ink, pain, and protein shakes.
Part street sonnet, part demon memoir.
Wanna turn this into a music video?
Augmented reality poem?
I’ll bring the bedlam — just say the word.
