I am the Master

My aspirations are ever free falling

words exit my mouth through anxieties of society, life, religion

I am but a vessal ever growing, ever changing

god gave me literations bound by preparations

made for the worlds acceptance of  my acrimony, benevolence,

peaceful sighs of genius, coughing up brilliance,

wining, dining and conjuring scholarly excellence from high

the mastermind behind wordly omnipotence.

this gift is a presence,

neither man or woman can destroy or silence.




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