The Alchemy of Anatomy

[UnbornBuddha]

In the middle of creation watch me whistle to laymen the winds that bring changes- initiating the age of literal awakening.
Winds that blow you into a listeners matrix where you become part of the mystical fable contrived of mythical angels
Whose genetic code traces back to the first phonetic note made up, OM- a hermetic old saying that predated all dating.
If everyone is bound to die is a paramedic's soul wasted trying to put a stop to what's inherited through aging?
Perishing is basically assured for those not nourishing their marrow, where all erythropoietin heralds.
I'm not cherishing disintegration my destination is the revelation of cherubim indicators.
My verbatim imperishable & indigestible by even those with the courage of pharaohs, lords of the deserts.
Exorcisms of parasitic ghosts in your intestinal region has a suggestible meaning of an internal fortress with infernal torment.
Sleeping in terrible torture beds causes a muscular guarding in corporeal organisms that haven't learned to ward off sinning.
I've saw more in ten minutes than I have in all of dreaming in the land of ether, where astro projection commands are in you.
My gonads have ripped through fantasies of how the pristine Mona lisa kissed few. Hormones ripple through the man in me.
Transforming sexual fumes seems insanity to those who see tragically the morphing healers whose anatomy is in harmony
Because they don't let their torso think all sporadically, thus their alchemy causes a cease to the hemorrhaging when the planet bleeds.
Microscopically shifting your biology has an effect on the macro cosmic sea of Qi that is misting all psychology.
Sifting all diabolic teams, so as to create a chaotic rift in evil's rule ironically feud over by necrotic seeds that belong to the neurotic prince of chaotic sin.
David and Goliath are myths to those who've existed for eternity inflicted with psoriasis skin, treated with antibiotic creams.
Tyrannic galaxies are lived on by those who haven't opened their thoracic cavities.
Bionic feet will be the future's prosthetic means to move about in the poetic end times.
Using pancreatic enzymes to break open the cancerous capsule that envelops me and battles for control over who will be the master of this body.
Immaculate when the god tree leaves forbidden knowledge patterns on my garments.
Everyday I walk farther from my apartment, as if I'll find the dark matter that I'll then harvest for my hard trek that awaits my heart's quest.
My only request is to have memories of this form, the lunatic me whose spirit was progressively moved when a nurse lost her hope on humanity.
What's attentively metaphysically true in this verse causes no strong vitality.
Yet what's extensively intentionally true in this words causes no dark reality.
I've romantically fashioned too much of conventionality's labyrinth.
Astrologically passing through an oasis already systemically cluttered.
Without trying I've magically answered all formalities asked of me.
This mask of me casts its deeds, but knows not how to sprint through where agony sleeps and weeps, but somehow then I leap.
I'm not a priest, but through lucky means have understood how to surpass its reach.
This country's people run on minimal wages that accrue to a miserable paycheck that makes you only be able to afford vegetables tasteless.
This malnutrition becomes the catalyst of ongoing visceral failure.
And because our Healthcare produces some of the most inhospitable places due to lack of hospital maintenance
We tend to get many dramatically sick tax payers, who see the folly of it all and stop paying.
The visible halo one gets after departing from this world is a residual payment plan that must be paid after one's next physical arrangement.
It orbits one's ethereal formation so as to stream reminders if collections needs more information.
My article mocked because it will soon enough become particle dust.
In the internal heaven of mine I meet Ann Frank and she tells she stills hears the Gestapo's melody, well feared desperado enemies.
I even meet the philosopher Aristotle mindlessly spurting philosophy about his thoughts on the quackery of Nostradamus prophecies.
Imagine living in apocalypse constantly, it will probably cause such high blood pressure you'll get renal pathological tendencies.
No remedies or surgeries will able to disperse the rupturing of a splenohepatomegaly,
Unless one unlocks the metaphysical Sphinx code - hypothetical fallacies that made the Greek tragedy that is Oedipus answer "man is thee answer you seek"
If only he recited mantras that conquered monstrosities, and Antigone's travesties.
Being the great fool I am, please proceed to laugh at me.