i go into a daze, doing what i was
instructed, the angel is following, like affectionate; spirit mayhem, soul
massacre, measured, remeasured, needing one endorsement; never turning from the
quest, never, unless, many standing at the tribunal, many more are invisible,
like Illuminati, so seen, no one can testify.
the plan is getting it out, the inner
monster, while preserving its aura, its power, if preventing us from going into
madness; the angel is following, i see her face, the mistakes can’t be
corrected—unless others permit correction.
usually, one does as learned,
unless, some other influence, a 3rd eye, a numen affectation, a
crazed soul—Love too damn alluring … like it was said, the game will change,
one is coming—removing numbness, spitting like Fire, or returning to the sky
soldiers—moving like Kanye, adorable like Kim, trying hard to escape mentions.
i see Kyrie, i awoke with Gloria, i
bend rules, a lethal mind, a class C Protestant; going by a haze, the maze is
long, i see more angels—they follow, they touch, the grave woke up.
i walked the labyrinth. i
understood the failings. it seems a soul is both happy and depressed
simultaneously; can’t fathom the sensations, the blow to sanity, only needing
one angel.
