Intelligence of every element is relevant
To balance the deepest oceans of tides
That divide and tie
Down the secrets of the souls devised
My brain was brought
To life from a train of thought
Rotted souls and dotted scrolls
Within a glass shot
A round of bourbon the flask dropped
The sounds reflected from the euphoria through towns of urban
I wear a crown like a turban
Intensify the exposure of the light that beams
To make the insight seem quite keen
Discipline the thought
So that the law of return
Doesn’t not thicken the plot
And come back like a seas saw that turns
Burns in an abyss of sacrilegious,
Blasphemous havens, these ravenous ravens
Aren’t worth a single sentence
I mingle critics
With a thought pattern
That brought Saturn
Into a extinguished mimic
Teaching the disciplinarian
How to reach the chairman
To formulate a plot that contradicts
Those that deny such common sense
Logically served to those who deserve these compliments
Like condiments in fables
If we’re able to distinguish surreal from ideal
Ideal being superficial expectations
Of a set back nation
Absolution being superior quality of half life…