[UnbornBuddha]

Truth is, there's no sense of norm
We’re all essentially illusions in a mental ward
Demented lords trying to befriend the world
While, the worldlings try to end the world
Our narratives resemble going down an abyss
To find out why we live, & cast away the doubt within
Yet, as you descend you realize the size of your rope
It is too small, and it is too late to climb out the hole
That’s why I’ll rather leave this task to the drones.
Pathological bones, make walking the pathway so cold
Each stride requires me to ransack my soul
So as to provide the dark matter for my hovercraft to roam.
This saga been told, so throw my corpse down the rabbit hole
Let the lava flow submerge me, until I discover why I have this role.
As of now, I’ve lost faith in whether I can crack the code
Matter of fact I’m old, let the fabric of space-time shatter and fold
The trek of the stars is something only William Shatner calls home.
Juggernaut density makes gravity one of the astronaut’s enemies
The cosmos have complexity surpassing Camelot’s legacy.
Our lives being taken away by a comet avalanche is heavenly
Come along and step to me, I’ll summon Ragnarok as weaponry
Leave no doubt in your mind that flying saucers have entities
The lava rock has chemically changed my perceptive quality.
I can now see a resolution to an endless odyssey
A tale that expounded a never-ending tragedy…
Repeating the same lunacy over & over is the devil’s masterpiece
Eternity’s beauty, ah! To me, this is heaven’s fallacy.
Such talk is why my superiors banished me
And now, I stand trial for a sentence that will ravage me.
I will be branded a savage & expelled from social contact,
Because my ideas are crazier than those who stab the homeless for laughs.
Yet, I’m calm, but oh if only my neurosis comes back,
Maybe, I could defend myself better if the Motrin inspired psychosis would last.
My fire is like the wings of Moltres when flapped
Discourse and debate are a hopeless dance
A back and forth dispute over notions that are based on emotional traps.
Be like the rest of us, learn to cope without making your hormones go wack.
Relax, and let this stress free ocean drag you into your chromosomal past
Detach, like Oprah back when she was gaining massive adipose fat.
You see, I just fed you that hypnosis crap, the psycho-babble that strokes your ego
I pledge allegiance to nothing and this is why I know no evil, that’s an open riddle
That to be solved requires Sherlock Homes to be your babysitter.
Despite the words you see, I spit the formless rap
The type of invisible pollution that peel the layers of the ozone back into Jehova's land
Followed by an exhilarating explosion grand enough to rival a supernova's blast.
Pestilential storm that one day will reach celestial shores
I live in the age of sexual wars. Let the next thought record in your cerebellum's orb.
Marylin Monroe wasn’t an idol, but a presidential whore
We the people barbarically express our message of war
To our other brothers because their spiritual essence isn’t ours,
Their language portrayed like a snake hissing the heaven of ours.
Destruction, don’t act like we haven’t played our intellectual part
In its unfolding, after all, our involvement was a fundamental force
We’re professionals that profess ignorance as our second law
Let anguish and the rebirth that follows mend our hearts.