God has stirred my cosmic cells,
guiding me toward my future self.

If radio waves last forever then my membrane is ever under pressure to be clever in my writing endeavors
Study cosmology, sociology, and psychology which I use to determine the movement of societies and how the alignment of planetary bodies have an effect on a person's psyche
By will alone he can muster and utter a filibuster to his sentence structure but firmly rooted in his fears his message will never be crystal clear,
Who can I blame but myself, a mountain of mental wealth convoluted by bad cells and the ego of self

He cloned his own skin
to make his own twin just to
see who would win in a battle of hymns

The trace elements in his sentences are a testament to the perfectionist penmanship...

This is how it will happen, you will burn all your copy written captions then out of the smoke and ashes you will pledge allegiance to the Phoenix Dragon...

"Who would have known coded ELF tones,
Bluetooth pulses and flickering strobes
Could sync with the mind and hijack control?"

His flow chart,
Mozart
as he describes all its mechanical parts and enacts any of its mystifying arts

Fusion and fission prevent the floating,
Contorting,
Glowing
Oak
Ark from falling apart,
My own little personal trademark work of art