ooh gawd i might be heir for a while
while
hence ye mind tending to harbinger persona
while host worth sift patience
sojourn not bout vessel being embodied haven

Ye much like akin of sin not rut
Hence zen at stake compel
more than ye to truly accept
spell bound land that cast lite
Which lost harbinger never apart from
Hence ye might must perfect cursed fu
Which counter kia hast long sprung
Cause lark of loss gawd proudly sing at heart
I am nor what living script meant
I am sinorut via host welcomed descent
Hence destiny account for wake of us
Though fate continues too miscount era
Hence we winerves through serving evil in labor good at work

I loss my condemned mind
Learned that I'm empowered sojourn
Whom confine more time than zen
Which i spurn with intent to Deal with
It's  lesser living script compulsion
Hence to pacify humanity
I must feel unseen not invisible

just as destined hope begets
ankh, mild life crisis, a life for a life
fated odds enlist those of whom
remain at risk themselves
hence til next sublime
ye all must remain
a safe word away
from dual symbiote at bay

Oh gawd it must still be mating season for hooligans
cause I just saw another 10th year trend setter
trying to wear hand me down XXL retail theft pants
Which obviously impeded walking and running
In addition to exposing kool-aid hickey on trend setter baboon ****

To often per day or nite
either dope daters or dopes
interrupt my brisk walk to corner store

simply to ask me if I'm straight  
Just as I'm clueless why my response
"Well I'm certainly not bi ******"
angers them

another gracious moment in purgatory above ground
where periodical sufferance and inevitable death
reflect indiscriminate open window of opportunity
though prior to bonafide fate of erratic life silence
what's problematic be that toward realm of resolve
all's destined to leave behind worldly humility