Visions 2

[Mitch]

Ill corrupt the soul of your systems w/ the tectonic force of a fission splitting image of initial energy sparking creation. Depart from the stage when a flash of light, eradicates every element in its path way, i pass through a nether gate & leave a memory grenade, forcing evacuation of memory banks, then flank w/ men in dream states spawned from thought in intense concentration, trained in space station demonstrations to not be alarmed at the harmful transformation from body to thought to invade target insurgents with surgical persuasion into lethargic complacence prior to required observation or for infiltration, in this case strafing the walls of the banks w/ oxygen tanks, as the toxins diffused in a charcoal face wrap, to take back the thoughts of those that saw me devastate the stage, in awe when i erased an alien from the earth of the face when i reversed his verbs, the paradox isolated through curves in the chain of events that's forever binding time flips when a particular string finds this vibe in the timeline, so I called home w/ a land line, embed in ancestral sediment underlying the triangular generators, positioned at precise global coordinates to align a simple code emitting mind in astral essence, i traveled through my past, & unraveled a tapestry to ask of my self, the password to a cavern where a demented mentor master is shackled in hell, to ask him why one pack of his cattle is out to attack me w/ mental magnetic magics, materializing photons w/ uranium core rods. When i understood the mechanics to what was under the book, it was a picture that looked of hell, when i picked it up it crippled to dust and the universe had fucked itself, so i went back & unleashed a flash of memory energy shells & all was well...