Hi praise from a genius.
Interveniusly fed from the heavens.
Birth of concept directed as a gift
Of immaculate conception.
Weapons of an angel.
Death and life in direction of travelling passengers
On a raft in river of
Deliverance from ****** repression.
****** suspension.
Chemical intervention. Medication meant to be a super natural circumvention. Of a dramatic urge to ****** sessions with **** men and .
And I'm a menace. With a compass pointing north like magnetic attraction to a hardened compression
of gravity in the pants of attraction in a storm of upwards direction known as your skyward awakened sacred *******.
And I'm going south with plans of making my face take southward facing face plant
A face cant.
Take that.
Make me decorate my place with fake plants
A baby with a fate that.
A man that grows apussy cant ******* make that.
Following gods naked granted word
Promise that a baby
Is promised.
Like a slate that.
Cant clean
Itself. Like jesus needs to save that which
Is depraved inside my nature a
Way of naked anger
Attempting perfection
With a worthless self appraisal
My name that
Needs saving and re decorating
In a place of carpets draped
On windows
In the light. Where the saints dance
And the devil waits to take that
Which cant protect
Its life I took for granted
Need to stand in
Saving grace
The light that fades
From mystic music
Cascading
From her hair and face and
Her smile great like
God inside the depths of hell
Shining light in darkness
With compassion
For the fate of which
Was elaborately persuaded
To abandon sacred ashes
while jesus dusts the grey ants from my dusty plant which
Smells like eminem kanye and jay z
Diamond eyes. A mind of detention
Crime of perfection
With genius mention
For the sentence
***** is a craving. That leaves me weapon less and unprotected
An urge to get pregnant
While imspeaking of future intentions
I should avoid my hatred
Of self expression
I should forgive
My pseudo intellect
And goof like intentions
**** I **** I say all thisshit
But cant break my body
In the alottedtime
Not pragmatic
*** I'm tempered like a serrated blade.
And worthless with a great chance
To face agrave.
Of shallow grief speaking of a reach from Angel's breaking bread with words that make that
Mission
Like s vision
Of envisioning
A great plan
Prophetic
Eradicating
Drakes laugh
From my gay half
Laughing like I'm cisgendered
Not a gay man
Or a Jays fan
Break leg fam
You fake glam
**** fan
I'll shave my legs
And drape your legs with my ankles
Breaking bones
As I wind up on your face champ
So ******* break dance
Kick it like a karate
Break my body like
A babe lamb
Bones are inventions
Of a name
A single world that makes me think
I'm ******* great and
Than people speak of changes
Like a fate of
Slated fake plants
I honestly believe
I'm going to conceive
A baby from a great man
But the tragic truth remains
Imdeluded. Polluted conclusion
Undoing of pursuing my inner truth
Like serial killers pursue
A cell in Arkham county
But there too smart to take a g

Watching patterns in a storm of randomness.
****** in pants. Tailored
For a man.
When my inner strength.
Is female handling.
Obstacles. Thinking
Boxless like tearing chocolates
Out the cardboard box
And dismantle conventional
Practices of packaging.
An instrument of god.
Who solves the wolves
That lurk
Like shadows. In the city
Under man made suns
That light up.
Sidewalks
Where bodies lined in chalk
Make Benjamin bratt
Batman.
Marishka hargitay
All deploy tactics
To evolve the plot of miss piggie
Fooling mom about the sweet allure
Of my want for the awesomeness of
The cookie mob.
Is watching every ounce of
Imported chocolate
Controlling product
*** dad hated gangsta rap
So that's the way my life
I was crazy to model it.
Drakes the top. Of tyranny
He wants my body
For a swallow of his hot chocolate
So I swallow it
And roll in modesty.
While sarcastically
Talking of obnoxiousness
Like the same box I do not think in.
*** drakes box.
Is toxicly stocked with ****.
And ***. And love.
The total. Sum. Of love and chocolate
Like I'm filled with humour
Haunted by a want
That's as noxious as a ****
Choking other every other
Thought
That grows in the garden
Of my consciousness
So as the watchmen
Drop clues
So do I want me to swallow this
It's like slavery
13 states wanted it
Half of the people fought to abolish it
America. Your awesome
But half your population is intolerant
The times have changed you votedtrump
Your dumb as ****
You scare me with your complete
Abandon of moral competence
So I've gotten my response
From god
He said you lost in Vietnam
The dudes who wanted it
Were haunted by a political ideal.
Your rich sons never fought in it.
Hate me for every stitch my Jean's rap the sacred cloth that swaddled my body in.
That's slot of talk
That Jordan's a false prophet
And hesgodless and monstrous
Prominent talk of Christians acting like gods. Trump followers. And ignorant fallen angel followers and lots of intolerance
In the empty corners of an office crawling
With spiders. Inside my eyes. Drawn inside a web that entangled every bug and crawler.
In my bedside drawer.
Tell me horrors. I cant stop
So say goodbye.
Admire my broken jaw
My spoken song.
My matching eyes.
And watch me die

I need to be dominated
Close to mom.
Sheswatching moves her daughter makes and
I'm teeny but I wanna date
A tom
Stanley
Mark or Dayton.
Talk like dad. Was opposite
The closet
Was my pre school box to play in
My bra was stuffed.
With every time I scoffed
At god for making me
The way he just had to
Create ****.
I hated it.
My toxic diabetic sweet tooth.
Dreaming of a *****
With a straight injection
Of a sweet fluid...
Needing Male attention
Neglecting truth
Like rejection. Is a dead move.
Watching on your crotch.
With peripherals
So hard never do a neck move.
Seeing. God incolour
But it's a sin
If you dont have *******
Or female parts
And you wanna *** dudes.
So you hang your head
Repress your sexmoods
And dread social text
*** you think every second
Your alive is approaching
Death soon.
Best chance.
Red hands
Of god. Eliminate. Your fighting fears.
The type of tears. That collide
With years of mentored best class.
Weapons that.
Leave dents. Inside your moral code
That leaks and pours
In wet lands.
At second glance.
The first look
Is best and forever only gods glance.
I'm a dead man. If not in gods hands
That's my best chance

Pregnant with a science equation
The saviour in waits
To save my child from satan
Damnation
Faces theripplingwaves
Of a god of great creation
Made of  fear and love
To break the truth from lies that leak
The tainted tears that knew
Gods way was meant to
Make my bed the safest place
In all creation.
Envy like acolour
Green like rumours of a blackened hatred.
Sacred eyes that match gods fear
His love
And drift away
To grace that saves so many innocent
From satan.
Dripping fangs
And tail wagging
Sagging jaw
Waving temptation
To every soul regardless
Of race. Preference. Ability. Status.
And any other possible discrimination
Nations claiming borders
Based on races.
Religion. And historical migration
Governments at war.
Spreading gospels.
Of indoctrination
Bias. And hatred. Meant to **** with.
Like aman craving.
Power. Taking a sacred woman god made to grow old have babies
And see times change
Like reading braille.
When touch is smoke
And the god you find in
Despair. Is faceless.
But he waits for you to save you from
The despair. You dare to face alone because you stare into
The date he created you
With blank expression
Like he made you
To be vacant

Keep track
Deep rap
Need that
I'm a meaningful
Indespensible
Weapon of a never ending spirit of a mental condition
In a dream match
With sickness dripped in lyrics
Stripped of greed to
RIP your ******* a new entrance
And an exit
I know you ******* need that
While the big guy
Puts a beginning and an end
To all existence
Like a never ending sentence that delivers.
Every breath
In a never ending connection
It's a network
Death first
In a red Hurst
While the best birth
Wouldbeconception
Of a genius
Work of science fiction
With a silent auction
Pop quizzes test first.
Like a coffin
Lined in lead fur
Hope my life becomes
A med nurse
I need medication.
Inspiration
God. And love because
The rest hurts

Feel his hand in lucid dreams
With human beings
The stupid things I've seen
The mood that's been
A movie scene
That sparkles in a pile of
Thefted rubies. Blue ishgreen
Diamonds
Like a huge of bleeding
Blue that leaves a looming
Rumour onthe topic of
What we thought we knew of things
Foolish me
To pursue any status other than
Of a foolish human being
Who thought he knew too many things
So he could superceded. The
Rules of the supreme
The one who cleans the slate
Of every room untill
The sleeping tomb is clean
For man to rest
Free from doom
He who grew in peace
Who never knew the gruesome beast
Or pledged a word in shadows
Just to change his mood for jesus
I must admit I'm dark
And due for grief
For how I've sewn this seed
For new hope of things
Now I know it's me
That's broke and weak
I mostly speak
Of hope. And getting sober
So many reasons
That god chose me
To be a spoken thought you may recieve.
Though its grandiose of me to leave
A complex I h0nestly believe
I'm both a joker with a poker
Cheat stowed up his sleeve.
And a fire poker prodding burning smoke. From choking fallen trees
That burn
The words of fallout boy
Are to hard to believe
To hear a signal
Never seeing
Your the mirror image of
Every thing you make of decisions
Dreams
And things that you believe.

It seems my life can be chalked up.
To not understanding opposite sides.....
I get it I'm the worst in history.
I was going to post an poem about how my uncle cookie was on the same **** I was for two months before he peed it out. That was where he got the bad tastes from my mind. Although I've never met him.  That's just me imagining. They must give this stuff to not only trans but closet gays as well. Anyway. I dont know what to do. Fall out boy basically made it seem like people with my condition lick ***. We think were so ******* great. I know every ******* word in thanks for the mmrs by f.o.b is about people through my struggle.
I legitimately was  scared to go blind. So I purposely never wore safety glasses. I thought I should be an escort for a while just like the song says
Collecting pay cheques lovers.
The crystal ball is supposed to show me my long term thinking and maybe I'll start receiving some of the foreshadowing I've been putting out. But than I know myself if I worry over something too much it won't come true. So some things are better left to happenstance.... listen guys PSA. I'm just as scared and frightened as you guys. I'm scared to admit I was wrong. Scared to be right. Scared of people. Scared of god.scared and embarrassed.
Barely a human being at times but I gave it my all projecting my thoughts and feelings to the world for that amount of time. At first I couldn't focus on even the smallest thing while I was doing it. Than it became second nature. I wanted to help people to whatever best I could. All the funny stuff was me lol. The really good stuff well that was god. He loves you. All of you. Hell never stop. I've tried to do everything right to turn into a girl. But when I foreshadowed the complexes built in my left brain it was a lot easier to create them in that momentary glimpse ahead. But not so easy as of rn. Anyway whatever happens know I love you guys. So deep. I left my mark. Maybe never told in a history book.but something definitely magical happened. You guys got to know me. And I figured out what the **** was so funny. Lol and hollllleeeee **** it was funny. I heard a man outside my house say I hope he doesn't play guitar. And I figured that was the next stage by fall out boy saying worst you got better put your fingers back to the keys... but I had bad juju when I was young. I sold my soul or as I believed it. To play guitar. For 10 years i was under the impression that should i learn guitar. I would lose my soul.
Put clearly if you guys want me to just go to the program i will