By wanting universal justice, I'm called a cynic. By always remaining authentic, I'm resented. My God - given rights, I will surely defend it. The wrath of Sector51, I'm throwing a clinic. As a bold luietenant, I don't care if I'm a codefedant to go before the Senate. I'm sold to the finish. You will hear the prose of a chemist until I'm old and diminished and my soul's to its limits. This should go in the Guiness by the sole premise of the golden genius within it. This is deemed por mi hintes, so stay keen and relentless. Though the scene is demented with people that are mean and unrepented. The Supreme is attentive. He goes before us, who can be against us? Which means in these trenches, we are not defenseless. The Kingdom of Heaven suffereth violence and the redeemed of the Lord can sense this but should remain in silence, right? Psyche! The city upon the hill cannot be hidden even at night because its lights are so bright. Devils are in formation tight towards our station to strike us with all types of frustration and fright. Don't play dumb. Something wicked this way comes for you to stay away from. Be rigid, displace them. There can be no integration in our civilization. Keep blood on the posts of the door. Faces of folks to the floor with closest hopes as you boast in the Lord. My vocal chords disperse spiritual spores, upon the wind, they soar, drifting into the auditory canal of yours to prayerfully have you thinking about The Source. Of heavenly Reich, I am a bearer of light - a torch to scorch and divorce you from the terror of night. I stay in the atmospherics like a kite. Radio waves rage through the pipes that prick like spikes to where each tip excites nerve endings and ignite into flames within the membranes of trains of thought upon the plain of reality that is explained, but taught to be theoretical in finality. This is of the strangest sort. It's not a fallacy, it's called the third eye. I'll admit, it's not typical rationality. Why, it deals with that which is not clear, cut and dry. It has Quranic, Biblical, Buddhist and Hindu ties. Where the Pineal gland lies, meditation is devised to enhance our lives and take astral stations in the skies. To be patient is wise as passed down from ancient tribes but certain sanctions apply. I choose to end on this note, as long as I'm afloat, I'm a sheep in a wolf's coat. I care nothing about a goat. We'll be separated. Myself elevated. All goats desecrated and decimated. So says the Most Gracious, the Greatest. Investigate it.