Vires Aquitif Eundo, (We gather strength as we go) Mira el ser mystico del mundo, (look at the mystical being of the world) Sun Tzu movements like Jeet Kun Do, 8 senses to your 4, double effectives & triple vision, we're meant to be more like sensimi lore, ineffable Nephilim from centuries lost, giant tiger & lion hybrid child of the waters & skies' alliance, I am all the elements combined 144 like angelic signs, bearer of Seraph Guard's inherent guises of rhymed divinity, mind you I am not what you thought as a divine ruler, yet I am not an arrogant god either or a flawed demon, le poids d'ma conscience n'est pas c'que l'on pense, (The weight of my conscience is not what people think) il est bien pire, j'n'ai rien à dire qui est très pur (It's much worse, I have nothing very pure to say) mais j'suis très sur et certain que c'que j'dis est d'service, (But I'm quite certain that what I say is of service) j'suis pas servile, mais j'existe pour servir, (I'm not servile, but I exist to serve) servant of the servants of the Goddess, perfect complimentary opposite of Atma, my lines are forged from the Sacred Sound Current of my Anahata Chakra, unlocked from 7th to 12th, 108 nahdis & marmas, 1008 songs & mantras, housing the Owls of the Fates in my conscience, we gather strength as we progress, walk to the aethers, secret conversations with Aethra, she speaks through me, truly I'm silent it's the beat that's teaching this wisely, que se pasa con mi raza, (What's going on with my race) too many massas locking slaves, I watch the knaves and always relate because they are a part of my sapience, to move forward we must walk them to the lake & watch them wash their faces and optics, Goddess offspring in the tathagatagarbha yogacara, but when our souls are married we'll be in a lotus chariot, bodhisvaha like Boddhi Guard & Ammo, growing in the knowledge that we are all chosen like Boddhisattvas, leave horrors frozen & reborn like the unfolding of Hiranyagarbha, the Golden Egg in Devanagari, Agaric aura like scores of Devas and Aghoris, Sadhu immortal like we all are sordid in my brawls as Kikwaakew but my source is cosmic, always a lot to ponder when I talk yes, Gods bless, polytheistic & animistic gnostic like Egyptian Coptics, but I'm always centered in matriarchy, you will not convince me to be patronizing to oddities & misfits, I'm always evolving,not often in a saintly guise, but there's lots of saints that fought & defied the gospels, I'm not a deified conscience or a reified monster either, I'm just a ganja being gather strength as I walk to beacons like stargates, awestruck with maiden Radha while lost wanderers gossip & proffer constructs made in China as noxious garbage & eat beings they once thought of as godly creatures, we are all creators, it's not just art & speeches but it's hard to teach it, watch the moss & leaves, the rocks & trees, flora & fauna in forests & you'll probably see it, you ought to heed this but if not you'll still jot the meaning with forgotten dreamers, Kuan Yin is the Cosmic Seamstress, Tapestry of Fionavar, my grandma is Joan of Arc, no joke, my grandfather is Romeo, they were star crossed lovers, Marco Polo was born as my mother's brother, my mother is Frieda, you can even call her Kahlo if need be, my father Brahma freed me & blossomed from the navel of a deity That dreams the universe's fabric He gave birth to Siva after, you can believe me or not, & burst in speechless laughter, but mirth is the nectar of the Earth, & mythological verses can purge the goriest curses like Aghori servants, laws & churches I always observe them with fascination but I'm a bastard patron, so I fast till I'm past the age of madness, then I pray in the vastness of caves they forgot the purpose of, sadly I have no purpose for drugs anymore, there's already lots in my neural circuits, friend, so don't send me more...