Quick incision from the commissioned mortician have
you quickly bleeding out from internal systems

Surgical precision, the mortician’s decision,
Split your vision, now your system’s in submission.

I broke a million pens copy-writing
all these gems

the knowledge of 1 million tablets on a ***** mammoth speaking an ancient language,
****,
its hard to break old habits.

blunts rolled,
on the searched for my brethren's of old,
his thirst for family is out of control

Got here on the merits
of my own talents,

One sip of the holy chalice
balanced my unbalanced malice.

Now gifted with the knowing
of everyone's coming and goings,
Cursed with eyes wide open.

Awoken to his cosmic cells,
On a course to become his future self, all from mastering words far too well. 

The Dawn swings in,
Church bells rings,
Heaven cheers for him
as he floats upon wind.
Look at him ascend
Twin angel wings,
Now attached to both his limbs.

Never dared to reveal
how much I cared,
Guess I’m just to scared.

Laughed as we listen to
old songs and sang along,
haven’t felt like this in so very long.

But I bury the words, leave them unsaid,
lock them away in the back of my head.
Because if she knew, if she saw me bare,
would she stay, or disappear like air?

So never do I dare
reveal how much I care.
Guess I’m just to scared.

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.