I bathe in the sun glass alley, there is a vision of smoke.
My temperature rises and I am a torch.
I am a rectal being full of philosophical gestures that are quite moral.
I hesitate and I grab my purse full of unrecognizable clutter.
I will not stand on a line full of victims that have transformed into followers.
From birth the eyes are closed and does not understand what really
matters. People enjoy preying on what they think is innocent, they
prey on the meek souls. But as for me I radiate my existence no one
can see through me. They try to figure out what I am eating to look
like me. No one really knows that am just standing behind the scenes
waiting to make my entrance. This will happen all to soon and I will
be about me, this is not a selfish gesture, not one of conceit. This is a
mighty call, that will set the captives free.