Clergy like, I’m celestially ordained-
A heavenly array of flowers blooms when I attempt to be mundane.
I could have paradise arranged,
Picture gorgeous angelic being foreplay, sexually deranged
For the nectar, the cosmic foreign death star;
Nebuchadnezzar the fallen with the immortal scepter
Controlling mortal spectators who absorb the lecture.
How many times have I told you porno affects you?
I can tell because your white aura has left you.
Human boy, you look annoyed, mentally enraged
Me? I’m a humanoid, I’m essentially half ape
And I assume the void is energy stagnated
I chase it because it leaves me mentally elated
My revelations shine light on the melodies of Satan
I don’t take this life as a moral test,
That’s a philosophy for the poor with hordes of debt.
I more or less believe in deconstructing the God complex
Coalesce with the source until I flow with death
My soul my pet, I cuddle with it when I feel alone and dead.
Yet, there’s no denying Gaia is brimming with life
So why am I feeling denied of feeling divine?
Because truth of the matter we’re really benign
Ants that exist to derive the sickness of time,
As you read this think of how the minutes go by.
No wonder,
A mad scientist loses every day a little bit of his mind.
I’m an illiterate who becomes possessed writings this lines
The yin and yang supreme treatise on fire and ice.
I’m not like most; I desire to never desire a dime
Unfortunately, life has a price you have to buy to survive.
I remember when you forsook me, and took your side over mine
Ha ha ha…. I like to surprise the disciples of mine
By making them look inside themselves to decipher my lines.
This world barbaric, but somewhere a pearl harbors
And I’m guessing it’s not to be found in Pearl Harbor.
I’ve heard horrid bone chilling stories of there,
Ghosts appearing in a torrent of flares, a sordid despair.
As you can probably guess, I’m sort of impaired
But, extraordinarily I’m considered a visionary.
Mostly because I could flow like amoebic dysentery
Preaching the word like a bloody homophobic missionary,
You silly fairy, go back to dreaming in your fairytale
Which looks magical on the outside, but inside a scary hell.
I guess I have to play the role now,
Of the cosmological grandfather.
Since you branded me the godfather.
Are you trying to make my life that harder?
Or are you trying to utilize the placebo effect
So, I feel better that I beat you at your best.
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