Face to face with her sensitive place,
Liquid intake makes feelings inflate.
Transform, mutate—
Fangs and claws, I want it all.
****** sauce, just to prove that I’m raw.

In Rome inside the Vatican's catacomb's,
I made a  philosopher’s stone from knowledge of old,
Paranormal activities have me in the zone,

At home I extract genetic code from bone,
The Mad Doctor Doppelganger has made his own clone,

"Bolts of lightning jolt his dome,
Frankenstein moans as he shakes his bones.
Magic and medicine fuse skin with soul,
Warming his heart, reanimating the cold—
Then watch him rise from dead horizontal pose.

"Intensively listen,
None of her words escape.
Her tones interpermeate my physical state
As I focus on all eight of her frequency rates."

The light in her eyes start blinking.
The universe, singing.  
My head starts spinning.
Blending metaphors and lyrics,
Breaking the laws of physics,
As we become one spirit.

"It's so hard to let you go, so I loathe myself.
But you're a part of my heart—etched in my cells."

She destroyed the
world I lived in,
forgive her, never.
Memories to painful too forget,
Too painful to remember.

Hidden in a holy location, The agent.
Cast’s a spell with power bestowed
from the ancients to break free from this matrix.

You couldn't mimic
how I write it or spit it.
Yet I’m my own worst critic.

With supervision started on a
mission to master my lyrical
composition and extra sensory
intuitions.

The Technician
Magician
Sits in the Lotus Position.
Inside a Crystal Prism conjuring up
a new Bio-Rhythm Algorithm for the
Entire Systems of his future written.

Was that too much?,
Writings never been that tough
but these skills are a diamond in the rough.

The Madd Hatter,
Verbal assault slasher
Is a metaphor master
Who controls even the smallest particulate
matter in all his chapters for maximum
brain splatter of grey matter.