the Turning of insults into creation

this mind is catastrophic a world wind of creation justified by the hands of thee divine a blood line to thick to divide multitude jealous had tried but threw this not give afuck attitude i guess ,they shut up thought about it lost there strive my next moment this time reloaded you running high off these explosive the pressure of my present to heavy to hold it the obsolete of my opponents is steady growing it's my nature I move steam evaporating these invaders while taking numbers at and waiting on whos coming later my roots run deep like a tree root planted across the world and all you see is my roots so many selections of chosen selected a group of skilled highly perfected take no less than perfection she seen it u can achieve it Just hold the erection I can't I have to leave she say you can leave leave it in I would we two inseparable best friends two puff of the cloud blew a ring and I'm out she say i love it an hate it curse it an blame it as she back up she meow that's all me 1on1and 1 more is fun ima run run on that yum yum that got me stun on that rum rump I cant do much I keep my eyes hiding with money behind me no one is getting close beside me