Containing Zen

Paradise drips from my cranium-this halo transparent Rigged  to hold more than a revolver causing the phase of divinities photosynthesis, watch your back cause time is limited-Enchantingly Lurking threw fragrances of corpses an buds -with hooligans as sweet as  cinnamon-conjuring cuts on top of there consciousness-to seep in with delinquent blue bloods and colored purebreds-painting on there new reality-Channel your energy-because society Will Bob wire your halo-once you're notified as a Black sheep-The wave of the crime spree rising so high the cops come in I'm high tide ||:(Robert, Eddie, Tracy, you and i )> a million minute man's marching per second) on an expedition to stop your ascension- so why get lifted-it's ballistic right no facts fiction get realistic-they  open vortexes just to witness your death-projecting projectiles pleasantly-interlude in the makeshift that comes alive-when they're anxiety  rises  higher than the backwash off a tsunamis  salty offspring-low-key me a sheep made of ether devoured the sun after the wreckage so black Sailor Moon's an tinted wool can evolve eternally -child channel your energy- when your restless sleep with your eyes open so you can witness your dreams in full effect-channel your inner being little diablo- I don't know if you find a higher power ridicules- but I bet you Jesus drowned a couple of times trying to master the art of walking on water.