[UnbornBuddha]

Nowadays,
Intracranial diseases are treated with drills
Which do you prefer?
Trepanning or taking weekly ten pills…
All sickly ill eventually hear Jesus heals
And they get wondering if it’s really real,
Or is it just another construct these creatures build.
Let your emotions quell themselves, until their evil spills
Into your eyes, so you’re forced to look even deeper still.
Kill or be killed is the philosophy that made the reaper ill;
Feel the chills go up your spine, as we prematurely read your will
For in it lays the blueprint that yielded the creation of humans.
This worldly operation is useless,
To a misanthropist who only finds an elation in ruin.
This is the fable of a vagrant internally vacant from moving;
My trail of hubris is akin to the agents in this cyber matrix illusion
Hell my toolkit, I use to operate on my own Self-delusion, heaven's tumor.
What is the point of all this? Patient my student,
I relay it slowly to those who are basically stupid,
Or at least endowed with massive traces of confusion
Tainted improvement is all I can hope for, I’m unfailingly lucid
Graciously wounded,
By my own desire to not believe anything until it’s persuasively proven
I’m amazingly prudent in looking for clues to truth’s superb verse
My yearning for its whereabouts is worse than a summer’s thirst,
Thus, I’m blatantly dubious of my own words; I’m a desiccated alienated computer-
A desolated dedicated consumer, looking for any elevated improvement
In my appearance, so I spend all my time calculating its renovated beauty
Yet, I can never fit into the basis I view things
Partly, because my psyche requires the craziest soothing
I despise having to come to a conclusion, I never really embraced this rubric
Every essay of mine has more questions than solutions. Mental pain is a nuisance,
I wonder from where it came, why it spread, and why it stays so rooted.