[UnbornBuddha]

Light the product of resonating the highest wattage
Inquisitive I always ask why? like Watson.
In a state of wonder I can see sprites and goblins.
I'm humming end of the world tunes due to flying comets
Plummeting as they crash at the side of the planet.
The sight is iconic considering the sky it had traveled
Just to reach human kind, who hide in their apartment.
Its entire journey is quite symbolic, a sign of our abolishing.
Having finally vanished and in a state of blindness and nothingness
I start to question if I will arise from this vast darkness?
Perhaps in my next life I'll be monstrous, cognizant of my role in the bottom pit.
Undergoing metamorphosis, it's obvious once my bony spine turns fibrotic
In a hypnotic state as I reach the cosmic stage where dying is mitotic.
Rebirth is designed to mirror a chaotic cyclone harming all life bent on spawning.
Eyes all slanted as I envelop a form and develop a Cyclops conscious
Perceiving the layers of reality with one eye is cytotoxic.
Perhaps this is too much of a fiction hence the facetiousness.
My trances are fragmented vision quests
where I peer into dimensions dead since before the beginning of any mentioned breath
of any deity inventing pigmented men.
Time having any kind of origin is a detrimental guess.
It suggests a viewpoint already infected by defected trends.
The vector that crosses my mental is the symbol of gods which is sigma.
The rich have billions, but I'm content with my limits.
A lack of believing turns all of my wishes ruined.
Tidbits of venom is the antidote I give to sickly women.
The depicted tunic I wear shines like a brilliant ruby.
My costume gives hope to under the city mutants
Hiding underground due to their own eminent choosing.
Dear soul of mine do not be oblivious to your submission to oblivion
Recognize your mission and be omitted
and you'll be admitted by the universal spirit to omniscience