I have something. I must confess...In this war torn brain of mine I look at the world and this all I see...abunch of demons with pitchforks and torches riding on demonic horse's....and I swear that life is like fifty shades of hell and poetry is my escape...it gives me the power to forge a whole new nation...a nation of peace and unification...and to dull your senses to rearrange your brain to perceive a new way of thinking...to open up your mind to all the possibilities and to rediscover your abilities...so let me expand on that...the word is like my patent and I'm the surgeon...and every word is an enshion opening up your mind to a different vision..and to give yu the strength and courage to withstand the ever growing consuming fire which is life.