[JESODIST]

Pages in my Mind
Page 1 Love Seeking

The woman of my dreams is almost Close to Perfection,
She is a never ending golden stream with a Glowing Reflection,
A pure hearted soul who will securely give me a hand on the Worse Situation,
Without Doubt or Hesitation no matter all the time Process and Duration,
On this path she and hipocrisy really have absolutely No Connection,
She is a firmly planted Foundation growing Beyond Temptation,
So inspired if she was a product she'd be one Without Expiration,
Loved and admired by the whole World's Population,
I keep asking myself when will she come to me but i get No Contestation,
Her Lovely Affection is the only Known Medication,
That i need to remain focused in this Found Destination,
These Words not to Mention are the only way i know how to Unfold my Admiration,
towards you my Proven Salvation making me Expose Imagination,
that transport you to Profound other Wordly Dimensions,
where we will live in harmony in Holy Accomodations...

Page 2
The After Level

Welcome to the Pages in my Mind they are the Cleverest Design where Satan is Confined,
The entire Matrix is Inclined Contemplated by the Elders and Divine,
A legion of angels on a Temple Aligned levitating above the Sacred Shrine
completing the Mission they were Blatantly Assigned,
which is turning the blood of Hades into Wine,
Guardians of grim Enlightning Humans Racing against Time,
Through the narrow passages of Hatred and Crime,
Nothing survives the Radioactive spilling acid drips and Tasteless Grime but you can try and Take your Time,
Apocryphal Grounds run by the Prodigal Son with Biological Bombs and Diabolical Bounds,
A place of Eternal Darkness occupied by the Infernal and Heartless,
Medusa with a Thousand Scars slithering through the Holes n Walls,
Soldiers in arms Fighting to death without Knowing the Cause,
Black magic spells to mark Where the Sorcerer Falls,
Hidden from civilization behind Mortuary Walls,
Demonic spirits reign supreme on the Ferocious Battle,
Where they view humans as just Hopeless Cattle,
Rounding them up the minute they Jump on the Saddle,
A malevolent warlord Honed in Shackles,
Eminating from my heart is a Glowing Sparkle,
In a Sunken Castle so cold that your Bones would Crackle,
The pages in my mind are a burning tomb for Larcenous Enemies with Cañcerous Tendencies,
Revolving relentlessly with dillusios of Ominous Felonies and Blasphemous Memories,
Pages in mind are Cages intertwined Molded in Secrecy by Sages Mystified and Growing Discretely,
A Clouded Scenery depicting Glory and Victory Undecoded for History and Shrouded in Mystery,
Infernally spawned ghost trapped in karmic circles Surrounded by Misery,