[UnbornBuddha]

My dream world’s ambiance is miasma and polluted waters.
My only fantasy is decoding what Hydra like mutants it harbors.
Okay that’s a lie; I also want to eye witness Lucifer’s murder.
Though, I’ll settle to being a spectator to a Unicorn’s aura.
Divine inspiration has me trying to find the pattern of humanoid sorrow.
But my own torture and lament has me wishing for another nuclear horror.
Perhaps world peace is to be found in the grammatical insanity of Confucius answers.
It’ll be nice, but I’m afraid that’s just self delusive chatter, a lunatic’s music channel.
To this day, my rabies like condition eludes all doctors. My brain stem oozes madness.
I picture a neoplasm so contagious you’ll be a goner once it blooms and blossoms.