Of Unknown Origin
My man, Slim
Pinched in the pen
for liberating Mexicans.
How can mortal men
claim illegal aliens?
On land foreign to them
Outsiders of Their Own
Native Origin
Unknown Now Was Once Known Then
History's Recycling Time Machine
run by an Exotic Entity
Within the Matrices of a Simulation
Racing to Reset the OmniUnivercity
Highly Anticipating Stimulation
Within a Great Nation for Generations
Persian Sands of Moments
Leaving Me Behind
Like my Present Son
Unborn futures are never won.
A Golden Prodigy of the Sun
I'm working hard, stressing funds.
Need to get smarter.
Building accounts, so hopefully
One day, I'm paid enough
To build Trusts in
My Faith, Family, and Fun
The Legacy is never done.
But typically, I foresee
Statistically averaged outcomes
Origination Fees, Stop, Please
In- & ex- ternally for eternity
committed to continuous innovation
Vain Ideations to outpace
An Infinity Game of Zero Sums
Standing synchronically still
As we scale new hills, we must fulfill
the Call of the Commission
In full submission of the mission
For the Triune Legend was Never One
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I write because I feel. I feel because I think about where we are today, where we've many times before, and where aim for many tomorrows. To say I'm content would be an overstatement. To say I'm grateful would be an understatement. I'm seeking collective liberation through a medium in which I have yet to fully explore. I desire harmonic convergence for YahWeh's kingdom in this life and beyond.
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