"Out of nowhere—there, suspended in air,
The Ivory King in his floating chair,
From an unblemished citadel of octillion prayers.
Descending alabaster stairs,
Snow-white orbs drift everywhere,
Piercing my soul past flesh and layers—
A presence so vast, I can’t help but stare…
And feel scared."

Compression in my ear,
The message becomes clear,
Ghostly robes,
Colorless beards,
The GODS are here.

Beautifully crafted notes about the gold chakra in my throat, Colorful varicose veins from techni-colored quotes show I'm no joke with these rhymes that I wrote..

Not for the unenlightened layman when invoking invocations,
A manifestation of cellular manipulation from vibrational frequency vocalization.

He wrote it,
Rolled it,
Smoked it then spoked it,

Surrounded in Stonehenge
me and my powerful brethren friends
wield a magical techno-sorcery blend
to start a cabal of enlighten men

Our hymns transcend,
We have cocooned from the lowest of them,
You wouldn't comprehend all the hours I've spend wrestling with my pen so it could obey my every whim.

Bedwetting and bloodletting, A
Night she won't soon be forgetting.