"I must mention my reflections
In selecting my rhythm section—
An art collection with a cello reception,
An immaculate conception
Of a handwritten weapon."

A Maestro of the hymns
A masterful blend of woodwinds, strings, percussion and
violins, you should
hear them sing

The mourning morning star that fell hides his feelings well by inhaling the chemical chemtrail from his blunts entrails.
That was just one line from one page in his book of dark tales, Sound the air raid bells he's been set free from his subterranean cell in a bottomless well with a non mediocrity philosophy for sale...

"Midnight visits of protoplasmic
Spirits from Mount Olympus" is just a snippet of the exquisite lyrics your brain cortex couldn't mimic

This may sound insane but
the Mage hydroplanes as he
spits profane propane.
Oh how they now look at me a certain way when I display just a little of the knowledge that I've gained but off stage for minimum wage, what calcified the pineal gland in your brain gets removed and tossed away, then for 40 nights and 40 days in a cave under the Mastaba plain the Sage used a lyrical array of radio waves to wash your D.N.A , then like molding clay put you back together again..

( Mastaba plain is located by the pyramids in Egypt)

A collage montage of black beard gods
    of Asgard who come from afar to teach
              you how to spit these bars...

"The captain’s logs,
a catalog of binary beats and bars,
The grim wars of grimoire—
peace and brawls, my most technical so far.
How stars are born from curious fogs,
A force that shapes us all—gravitational laws."

Grey figure with rainbow wings,
Sadden hymns are the song she sings,.
To capture her sins, who else but him cloned her skin to make new wings because she doesn't believe she would ever fly again.