If you see through eyes of vanity look past me.
A point compared to an idea, you can't grasp me.
Stepped outside The box, ideas expand vastly.
The image of your every emotion, you can't mask me
Rumor goes the road to hell is paved with good intentions...
Eternally enveloped in flames is the part not worth my mention.
With God as my judge when I'm subject to inspections,
Sorry sinner I filled the quota on divine interventions.
Sticks And stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,
Made from the rib of man, it'll take more than him to pervert me.
I'm blind to the ugly and deaf to the dumb,
I have ten souls if not more inhabiting a body of one.
The body and the blood served through wine and bread,
So who will eat my pieces when I'm 100years dead?
The sorcerers stone buried in the sands of time...
If I'm alpha to omega the secret is naturally mine,
The fountain of youth is the tub in which I bathe-
I'm a thousand lives old, a thousand girls enslaved.

My depth inwards far exceeds any ocean
While for many each day is just a minute, and a memorized motion.
I'm drowning in myself, deep thoughts are shallow breathes,
The world is my last supper, eat me until there's nothing left.