A Beast of Chirality

I blink my eyes and then the world is gone. Open once again to see some peons upon the lawn. They came to hear the Lion yawn and swipe a wife by dawn. That's why I keep my pride and believe, to conceive that it's respite is my reprieve. But you yuppies be just mere pawns in the grand scheme; placed at rank 2 file C. I treat myself to treats I don't need to ask the priest. I fill a lady's niche when God's dead like Friedrich Nietzsche. I'm an autonomous man, the world needs me. Due to greedy deeds, I lost the lot of you to petty thievery. Now standing orthogonal to the bishop you orthodox Cis. Tearing holes in the fabric of time while mother nature sits and knits that. Amidst a scrimmage over minish mishaps, fisticuffs and misfired mitts with whiplash. Hexed by wind and turbulent syntax. As activists vehemently flail at the fascist crux; only to be met by impasse. Making my attempt to love exclusively an outward expression; a barrage of affection bombarding the good intentions of a meta-man’s vision. Otherwise known as fortified Freudian defense mechanisms. To deal with ideals in an asymmetric system. Oh but I pray praise that I am what I be. Hallow thy be virile amongst a creed of faulty seeds. Yet I’m an enantiomer, a Chiral Beast; my courage can never be superimposed upon the fear of defeat. Finally granted with the Coupe de Gras when disagreements meet. As if graced by chance, I advance with the apex of a Sword’s vertice. Striking clean from the left to then evade your deceit. I take a seat while a woman cleans my wounds with peace. Ahh but even in victory, the warrior’s woe must be debriefed.