[UnbornBuddha]

"Who will be my successor next when I succumb to death?"
A constant stressor pensively upheld in the mind of Professor X.
Having a cerebro yourself can you profess what's next?

In my many wanderings once a sorceress said:
"Adventurer correct your quest's destination,
Instead of east commence to west;
The direction both Lao Zi and Amitofo headed to suspend their breath.
Paradise is the road to take if you’ll let me suggest your steps
Suppress the pressure to judge before having the correct concept
Of anything relevant. Compared to the clutching of the grossest heaviest elements
Grasping at mere straws as any excellent detective knows is the emptiest evidence.
When my own demons went through a mental exodus
I came to know the envy of many petty friends.
We cry in pain, yet shun heaven's messenger sent to us.
Even if we're chosen as pertinent recipients of an eternal precipitant
To kneel and listen in subservient readiness is a trait we abhor
worse than the fate of boars who are fed until they can be trade for ore.
He who in this impermanence is percipient can take Satan's horns, and rape his corpse
Is deemed worthy of painting organisms of divine rank saving whores from their dating chore.
Slaves of war know life to be a game of scores where it leaves no player bored.
Obtaining more then what you’re destined for is like the creator feigning lore.
Slaying the reigning lord for laughing sake is the misplacement of greater war
To be had when a state's painful sores erupt due to a deranged king's hateful scorn"