Sounds like a lot was left desired, we coulda ran amok,
but I guess that's what happens when you decide to smash ******* with an energetic cuck.
Fools acting wise, "dominants" perpetuating abuse instead of setting precidents,
Probably because clowns were sent in when all goes awry, and you had ******* as a sitting president,
May the intuitives return
Yearn, burn
Can we learn?
Grow, phi-nominally like a fern?
If we all come from kaliki,
Darkmatter, intercellularly.
Then the aethera, the heavens are inside
Making each body qualified, deified.
So, if we all came from an original thot
Then the kaleidoscopic funhouse mirror plot
May make it seem like perpective be askew,
Distorted, blurred, backwards or an upside down view,
But that's just a path of another
And maybe we can discover
That each entity is scouting ahead
Guided by spirits, internally led.
Underdeveloped animals attack the mirror
When they don't recognize themselves, in error,
But when we use true reflectivity
We can see what is outside, echoes me.
For observation bias shifts experiment results,
Jumping to conclusions, catapults,
So, I choose to change my research argument,
So I might pitch the best sort of tent.
If sinning was to an archer, to miss the mark,
Then I put my eyes to target, listen, hark!
For hedonism is only sinful when it misses the goal,
We were supposed to excite the sol,
When we involve others in our plans,
Best to know what expectations stand,
Inquire, appease and then review.
This is how I clean my view.