Tuesday, March 15, 1977

Hmmmmm


Why ask questions I ain't gonna answer....
Why waste time on the preponderance of reality...
The diaspora of your vision defined scarce and few,
The spectrum of my eyes see way beyond you...
Look into my soul and have it swallow you whole,
Gorging its famine on your ignorant soul,
Try as you might, my dept shall surpass,
Beyond my present life's cycle for your spawns to amass,
Not a threat, though you may take it as such,
Not a promise, though it means just as much,
Simply a prescription,
Of benediction, encryptioned by me...
Peek into my heart's core...and tell me what you see...

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