Don't know how to convey this, maybe if I concentrated a little harder I could relay it. But, my procrastination has me delaying speaking on the archaic. I'm mutating, a human-alien who assumed the matrix was like a womb, a playpen. I'm in my room debating with God himself on where to place the tomb of satan. Jump into the moon's deep craters and ruminate on you, my lady. I'm super crazy and I have a short fuse lately, on the verge of a breakdown about to shoot some babies on some brutal pagan celebrating who can spread the most ruthless hatred, Lucifer's agent in the most luminous ages. There's a plague in my organs scathing my aura inflaming my torso, creating a horror. I plan on breathing tomorrow, even if I'm bleeding internal, I'm bent on finding the meaning before you and I became beings of this world. I can talk about the Confucian 5 virtues, but why would I forsake the idea of having to hurt you just for some stupid morals. Music my portal, linking me to another dimension, where most Mc's get renal disease with water retention, bladder infections, only those who fathom intention can escape the pattern I mentioned. I'll shatter your tendons mangle your henchmen, stab your appendix point that inflamed as you reached adolescence. Does suffering grab your attention, if not, your odd like Van Helsing. I got to go sleep now, I'm sad it's ending, but you probably grinning like you got a spa happy ending by an Asian tranny with a bad accent affliction. I guess I'm not stopping, I got a language addiction, no matter the vision I'll depict it with the most lavish of diction. The golden ratio mathematician, the metanalyses statistician, the perfect combination of evolutionary ambition. My first glimpse of paradise was through delusional admission, a beautiful collision of mental illness with cosmic insight. You can't comprehend with your intellect the knowledge inside, that's like trying to combat the bubonic plague with knives, such moronic act puts at stake your life. I don't want to see you keep being a slave for life, break those chains in your ageless mind and peer into the space outside. Say your mind and don't let others rape you with their pessimistic failure vibe. We live in a wasteland but I'm making it out alive, breaking out in hives touching toxic waste dumps. Both man and this planet love to take dumps in places we love to take our dates on. Your fake tongue reveals it all. You've never wield at all the flow of God. How could you? When you have lowered from descendants who have no sense of their caliber. A well-strengthened heart trumps the weapon Excalibur, even with my philosophical musings I'm destined for Hollywood, I'm deadly with all my looks, but profoundly so having read heavily so many books.
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