Knowledge is the Universe ******* in your Mind....

I speak of quantum, spirits, space and time in my rhymes because i have Devine cells inside this veins of mine...

For he only wanted to be a King in
the eyes of his Queen, living the dream with
His Goddess supreme.

The Chosen stands ready to show you all his omens.
They misunderstood what was spoken,
So he peeled his skin open, explosion of orgone from organs
Just to show you all the knowledge he's been holding.

we drink, we laugh,
blunts and ash.
I grab her *** in a mineral bath as biology and chemistry now hits critical mass.

Though the attic's antics are
sporadic and unbalanced, he still chisels a fantastic ceramic tablet of
non-pragmatic mathematics,
hydro- and thermo-dynamic body mechanics— and that's not all...

In the eye of a storm, he sings his songs above a gold-drawn hexagon.
This is where I belong...

In a crystal capsule,
it's so natural
to call forth
the powers of the supernatural,
with mixed mineral
granules
to make these rhymes magical.

Behold...

From a cold throne in a stronghold of old,
an amulet in the shape of a
skull and crossbones—
he can turn a nonbeliever into stone.

...Welcome to the Terror Dome.

He offered up his son and daughter in alphabetical order as offerings to the alter he built on the Rock of Gibraltar.
Oh the alchemical horrors,
In the charter of King Author's Magna Carta...
© 3 months ago, King Author