Smith's and Alzheimer's

standing at the end of a real life open-eyed nightmare is a group of, broad-day, mind killers how many of my kind have you time-warped into sanity... who gave you the wights to strip away my rights when i(I) have committed no crime dirty are my Intravenously, Musically poisoned entrails that have been molecularity sinned, and thoroughly chewed through i (I)am in horror of my in entombment of the mind and could not believe that in passing are vines of venomous deceitful crawling witnessless, by way of pushing carts in Stores of Alzheimer's i(I) am ashamed for i(I) have shamed my ancestors for they are genetically murder and i am of the walking internally controlled your crimes will build you my tall buildings of glory but time will lay waste to your deceit and the earth will swallow your offspring's reputations in a world of knowing for you can only hide so long from the truth... this a Declaration of war of the Alzheimer's kind when i leave this earth and no longer hold breath i shall stand at the abyss with weapon in hand and we will be of equals on the battle field of light and you and your shall taste the innermost part of retribution