YOUR 7TH UNIVERSE....

[veritas]

So…
Water is wet? Not to a fish. The father of debt’s mom was the wish,
of doubting Tom, now aplomb yet remiss.
Like how Judas betrayed with a kiss, is modern man’s mind swayed by a snitch,
or melee’d because the Good Sam’s waylaid in a ditch?
The path you paved….is NOT your niche, a shallow grave,
and life’s a bitch.
Build…

The lawn mower man saw his hands become digital in a lucid transcendence,
With the patience of Job, the patients alone began to clone their own endings.
Who would have known that heuristic spin kicks kept them yearning for acceptance?
As evidenced by their replacing darkness for the farthest mystical ascending’s?
The story is never ending: Atreyu…. Gesundheit,
God Bless your climb of the Dark Tower.
And may you ever exhume light,
As you find the time of your final hour.
Of course this will all rhyme to coincide with making your mind cower
But the medium is in the message of: “Silver lining’s subtle shower”.
Foundation***

“Space is the place” read his iconic ironic cotton garment
Far from the fields neglected, infected with that cotton-picking varmint
Who cares about your failed aim, let us discourse your target,
Many humans lay with shame, yet you rolled it out the red carpet.
Made my bed inside your head, just to tread where you chose to park it,
Parallel to the living hell of which your imagined foes go to start shit.
The heart is desperately wicked, nothing can save it
The truth has always been: “Thanks be to Jesus, because his blood forgave it”.
The climb…

From out of the cave, into the mire, a king now trying to behave as the squire,
This message was sent from 15000 years into your future.
Where your thoughts do behave as the fire that brings the grace that we admire,
To reinvent, yet we keep counting the tears, noire abuser.
The mind is time and space, molecular chemistry fused with astrophysics
The erupting of the unconscious enables the percentage of use to up its limits
This is like nothing you have ever witnessed, yet nightly, it makes its visits,
so instead of trying to fight me, man up and face your critics.
Digits…..

This is after your death, after the need for breath,
Just use your imagination.
Outside of depth, width, length, and breadth,
Clever clues paid dues and Heaven’s waiting.
RTF./