as i look back ....its hard for me to neglect one negative thing for me to reflect on....
bastard born.....
heathen to religon so naturally im pastor scorned....
my vision is seriouslly weathered.....
and i dont think i can outlast the storm ....
in my dreams evil parasitical forms swarm....sharp horns faces torn reaching for my very inner soul .....
im beseeching goals.....
but for what im told my secular fortunes are sinners gold....
i lie naked and exposed.....
like the forms of lies beginners mold.......
was my tenure cold..... maybe i wasnt hugged enough when i was ten years old......
nobility folds when instability holds ......
infertility grows from the lack of mental ablility of prose.... agility froze in suspended animation ....yeah we are of one creation.... except most out dated like claymation while this is japanamation......
panic racing .......running rampant withstand a nation ....im not a fan of patience i fought furiously i man hand abrasions..... standards to heaven have lowered because hell is raising my stance is adjacent to a bunch of narcissists with more chinks in their armor than feudal band of asians...

I'm spinning within feelings in my mortal sins..
portal's send... interplanetary beings beyond space to horde us in..
the world is grimm..
I'm living within a time of sims
my demons have longhorns.. reigning wrong burns majestically like god's seven trumpett horns...
my lifes been littered with thorns.
I resemble human form but my dna is of a different species..
there are dire emegencies because just the touch from my outer extremites would make mercury freeze..
now absorb my endorphins...
now metaphors are metamorphing into abstract so you can shape a better portion.