A happily ever after

[UnbornBuddha]

Exhaust all the prey of mine when I exalt all the bait...
Drawing from my own veins- a divine love that is innate.
Exodus is delayed when the exegesis doesn't retain
the eloquence that it makes when all its elements all remain
without a change to the language that benefits all who chase its maze.
This orphan was awake
when predators ignited my orphanage into flames.
Luckily the rain put out the fire scattering in my skin
Altering my appearance.
Third degree burns have made Nazarene the clearest.
Before I couldn't make out the patterns in the mirror
but now I can stare straight at the chasm of my hero.
When my scorched biological body is in pain,
I recall when I was sculpted from clay in my original place.
This clay suddenly arranged itself into an ominous shape
that softened in a day
clumping together creating the sovereign of this hands.
Even with a burned face my substance doesn't bring me shame
I always find relief reading my priced iconic canonical
my idol is in comic books and his crazy antics are comical.
I subsist on a grain of rice because my tongue has been replaced
by numb tissue that make my stomach rattles for sustenance a non issue.
Music is my beloved mistress
because with this deformed body who else will give me lovely kisses?
The sum of my godly crises happened when I saw I was one with the fishes
all while washing dishes, in one flash all my thinking shattered into pieces.

Nirvana's songs were great for angry mobs of heroin
Where heroines mated giving birth to sons of cocaine.
There's cons in everything...
Yet I still bump Nirvana's "tracks" every time I jump on the train.
I live in the plains where notions of chaos and harmony are erased
and so non judged even the weird looking poltergeists play.
The illustrious sage contemplates grace with an illuminate gaze
that suppurates faith among those averse to superstitious tastes.
The human race dreams of lucid wishes mainly
to escape the humanistic cage
to evolve into a super race being with Animistic traces.
However, even the modern mystic mages
cannot hide their animalistic basis.
But instead of turning to narcissistic cravings
they transform their data, the return to beta.
Lately I've been absorbed by saga.
I contemplate even while doing ordinary play things
Encoding the sun and the moon in normal verbatim.
Constellations are the source of my mayhem
that I indulge in impulse when I gorge on cervezas.
In this age of physicist failures,
many turn to the omega to save us
from our own inadequate creations
that have unnaturally made us into immaculate sadists
that can be further differentiated into hags and crazies.
Drugged up babies forgotten by god and Hades
are remembered as they crawl to the apokastasis...
All talk of damnation is hogwash from contaminated brainwashed nations.
Origen of Alexadria whose adoration for the all's salutation
believed all beings will have canonization
due to the absolute concatenation
with no seperation among the heavenly and hellish variations.
Serious inflammation will morph to visceral harmonization.
And those handed a blade from early age to slash like gladiators
will be picked up by aviators escaping this drab oasis
where everyone is in a cubicle in a machined station
Typing endlessly, yet the screen still has blank information.

It's a drag to say this-
but compassion fading letting all the other passions sail us
into the ocean of holy cessation, ghostly sensations, and ghastly sedation.
Don't fret my player!
Living in glory innate is possible even amid the goriest of days
Don't worry just because your seeing your favorite warriors insane
committing terrors even the worse of pharaohs never dared to make.
The carnage and brains spraying every place
became ever so prevalent when the harshest of flays
were combined with the cartridges aimed
a dual force causing all of the earth to quake.
Remember energy can't be destroyed, perishing is a fable
made by the carriers of the devil.
The recent Ebola virus makes many tremble
But no virulent fire can enter the temple.
Parting from pain means one must pardon other's ways.
One of such character looks at various barriers
such as the bloodiest horrible areas with imperative merry thoughts.
Be impregnated with the divine like the one the virgin Mary loved.
This are my everyday thoughts,
That I think when I'm in my sick bed
Which has cured me of my sick head.
I can't afford skin grafts, so I let agony be my impasse
A kind of guide to rectify my hidden past and its impulsive impact.
Anyways time for the ancient maxim
whose wisdom washes ashore the waves of madness
that couldn't be ate by the strain of plankton
who serve to erase all it catches.
And so madness returns to the earth to be released
By those stoic enough to search for the cure of the disease.
The Socratic method is more than just a somatic checker game.
It truly serves to dissect your brain,
and make the spirit's neurons digest the WAY.
The maxim of the internal canon (內經) states:
"The symbol of skin sores or burns
means you need to avoid the wind most,
because wind is symbolic of skin growths.
Especially when one follows their impulses while letting the wind blow
on their neck, and ankles".
Health a bastard son of mine I left in the tabernacle.
Fatherless he grew up to take care of his father after.
A true happily ever after.