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

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

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.

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

I abuse my muse,
Chewed, *******, battered and bruised,
Her expression confused, no clue how, she spews hot milky goo-cream stew from the tactics I use.

Between two pillars in a
sealed quantum field I reflect on all that is "real".

King Author....
among his scholarly scholars he moon walks across water yet even fewer with honor read the stone tablets of the stone craver.

Recent telepathic conversations with interstellar installations causes titillation skin sensations

...I'm simply over oversimplifications....

....................Salutations.........­.....
The amalgamation of information will cause transformation,
Transmutation,
Transfiguration from my
out-of -this world publications of blood relations to star constellations....

In a lab of quills and ink-stained scrolls,
he split his soul into two wholes.
One to scribe, the other to sing,
a Doppelgänger with mirrored wings.

They battled in verses, they clashed in refrains,
chanting in codes, encrypted remains.
Through ripples of time, through cosmic decay,
one would remain—but which one would stay?

"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 DNA.
Then, like clay, he shaped you whole again."

He offered up his son and daughter in alphabetical order as offerings to the alter he built on the Rock of Gibraltar.
Oh the alchemical horrors,
In the charter of King Author's Magna Carta...
© 3 months ago, King Author

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.

Your scriptures are only exceeded by your process of thought but your talk of blunt fume exhaust has alot non smokers lost",
then clarity,
The insane insanity of alchemical alchemy was the main gadgetry to prevent physical agony from treasonous strategies....

Scientific revelations unfold,
so I cover my walls with words in gold.

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)

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

I  have low comedy
novelty policy,
Honesty my conscious consciously and with veracity produce's a quality odyssey.
I'm probably a true anomaly, honestly.
**** modesty.
...Like that flow.
Well here's something you should know.
I'm exposed and under its Auroral control from orgone pyramid glow,
I start to float after cells explode releasing and letting tachyon's go.
Either that or I'm possessed like Emily rose.

Heavy is the Crown but he walks around with enough know how to soar above the clouds, wow, how you like me now.

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

Grab her long,
Kiss her strong,
This is where she belongs...

From a dark quasar star,
the White Beard Gods of Asgard, commune with me from afar as Light Emerald Mirage Aviators to teach me how to spit these bars

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

She is beautiful and clever,
I just have to tell her,
“ My souls under pressure,
from my heart to love you forever”.

I have just enough time to tell you, there's no time left.

But even tho you just flowed with him,
You still don't know him,
Listen to his hymns
of the Divine King residing inside of him.
Check the glow of his skin,
The twin angel wings now attached to his limbs,
as he floats upon wind.

"I sit down, create sound, so profound,
I soar above the clouds—wow,
How you like me now?"

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

All he ever wanted was his
pensive to be intensive and
extensive. The empirical evidence in
my sentences show no apprenticeship membership in these type of hollow tipped penmanship.

With no lyrical "Father",
The ***** collared pauper swallowed his honor with a quarter of ****** water,  Subjected himself to alchemical horrors yet never faltered to become a famous author.

All this just to be the best.
He now inhale's his breath,
Spectacular specs drawn up without missing a step, "Yes, I'm blessed discreet yet hard pressed I behest and attest my scriptures are grotesque."      

Writer's block now apparently
shattered and scattered. The Latin metaphor master now control's even the smallest particulate matter in all his chapters for maximum brain splatter of grey matter.

Bombarding the commons with
uncommon comments like
" the foretold prophet will return behind a hydrogen comet in a unidentified flying object", made me a target of
The National Defense's Departments, Black Op Projects.

I write sonnets nightly,
You have taken your gift
of writing too lightly,
Your so unlike me.

In spite of all the parasites and fringed copy writes he recites with all his might his ancestral rites,...**** the hype about me being nice, I'm nice
Read my library twice then built a device to forgo this thing called light and found the meaning of life...

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

For he only wanted to be a King in
the eyes of his Queen, living the dream with
His Goddess supreme.

"Your love tainted me from within,
Was your Archangel—'til you turned me into Damien.
Regardless, still the most earnest artist,
Even as my mind departs further into darkness."

"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."

Your cerebrum must be cracked,
from the chemical smoke stacks which
also induce memory lapse of when I had your back.

Soaked my heart’s ****, in a mineral bath. In
relationships took Aves,
I shouldn’t have.

Received no rewards for bending over backwards.
Relieved myself from every body else just to protect himself.