[UnbornBuddha]

Oh spirit of mine, show me the contents on why your clearly divine.
Steer me when blinded by the delirium indicted, cheer for my life.
Fearsome as knighted warriors whose spear reaches heights nearing the sky
Capable of piercing what flies, including all types of airplane gov. spies.
Have you decided to spare me your despise, wholeheartedly declaring your demise?
Trivial affairs as those define the "why" that guides me to issue a kill on sight command.
Any empire of this world is a parasite in disguise,
Its climb to greatness implies a great amount of filth and grime on its hands.

I've told countless deities if they will be mine!
Mere playthings, so I can emptily stare at their design.
Share with me the despair on your mind, so I can bare it and try to comprehend thy
As you can see I’m interested in thou incompetent mind…
I'm a sorrowful parent whose deformed son laments life
His mom's consents hiding him so he won't be judged
Nonsense I say! He must not become swayed to think he has a crutch
My boy has nothing to be ashamed of; he must crush the mask he loves.
The path he must cross to heal his soul is one his daddy trusts.
Travesty packs a punch, yet a true transcendent feels glad when touched by a stern fist.
Contrary to belief, I wasn't born rich I became so by my determined wish
To find my niche, so I can earn a kiss from a princess's yearning lips
Yet before she seduces me I already burned the witch.
Ms. royalty gallantly lived, but the severe pain was beyond the aid of percocets.
Fate is merciless, but through will alone I've manage to stave off its burdening
On an already nervous wreck jumping through more hoops than a circus pet.

The focus of my north star is to discern the myth from reality
Including the deceitful fallacy in believing the comedic skit of gravity.
Turning good your evil family is the whole point of Sikhs and alchemy
Miracle tales do happen when you perceive all agony as a blissful canopy.
I said this not to philosophize; I once had limbs that atrophied
My body spontaneously recovered as I became sick of galloping about with my gadgetry
Wheelchairs condemn a man to a dreadful malady.
Not to say their not useful when the abnormality of paralysis causes laxity in your legs tonicity
Eventually they cease to work, a manifest toxicity.

Some writers say text is fantasy, these are the ones who oppress humanity
Beheading them is resetting their anatomy
Returning the world back to an empty galaxy
A pristine universe lies in each of our cranial and pelvic cavities.
Pure men are not the ones with an unblemished chastity
Rather it's the sagely ones who can control their sense faculties.
A ready cavalry awaits those who attempt depravities such as gutless blasphemies
I will prefer peace though, instead of this bloody calamity with hundred casualties.

In retrospect,
Aging has made time a deteriorative sequence to your youthful playtime
Beginning from a wee neonate not immune to hate crime
Thankfully its cuteness rebukes its stage fright.
The process continues from day light to nighttime
Until you’re an ugly old gray man, but superior brain wise.
Unless you abused your brain’s tissue created from material that’s light
But with an unquestionable superior design, that to this day remains a mysterious device
The blood brain barrier signifies that most bacteria are denied entry way to the mirror inside.
The consequence of misusing it is as an old timer Alzheimer’s makes your cerebral a grave site
Your whole world dies, as if Gaia was hit by a big enough meteorite.