Netcees - Epigenetics

My writing...
Is like the geopolitical implications of Attack on Titan.
It’s surviving through fighting, and bottling lighting.
Your Honor presiding.
Yet unlike Kamala, I’m thriving.
Plot contriving on purpose, I’m Finnigans Wake.
Having my readers like “damn how long does his dream take?”
I’ll heel hook til your shin break
The point is your team fake.

Balance all your nanotech before you try to step to me
I ain’t from this world, nor am phased by its weaponry
Think of every Element, yet I’m outside of chemistry
In other words, my epigenetics exposed you chemically
Similarly it’s simple to string sentences
Let alone the chimps that spit syllables
I was known before Umbilicals
Birth canals like Venice’s
My repentance is eternal relentlessness
Smooth with the soothing penmanship
Pray that God will blot out the blemishes
Ulysses with talent and words
Still I’m made like the ghost of Tsushima with swords
Still amaze on the stage where I help, where i soar.

The frequency of Hope is all-powerful
No limits on imagination translated mathematical
Might the concierge suggest a sabbatical?
Combat a demiurge all the way down to the free radical
I command data on the Star Trek of bars so automatic it’s mechanical.
I put the Q in question.

Or s for suggestion.

There is no contesting when it comes to flexing.