Tolerant Fulmination

Sometimes I'd like to be a light somewhere. But then this magic burdens me the worst; and I'll not show the least of worth or care. So from when the doctor hit I knew I changed And even before I opened up my eyes Somewhat belittled and somewhat deranged Little I knew how much my burden resized. To my family soul with perfect ease Assimilating personality The thousand words with photos that we teased Ripped and shred those pathways moles could see. Those underlying roads that mock the light And like the bats are busy working night The second shift of troubles come to see What scroll of witchcraft they've brought up to height. So to the others I must say but this; Some tales or stories are grotesquely staffed Assigned to haunt those who may have been cursed I vouch for those and speak on their behalf.