Crimson King
A GLIMPSE
from the perfect ILLUSION
it all came to pass
we all came to go through
the chained crimson king
with peeping glossy curls
sweating logic pearls
now this how it all began
you seventh cycle product
you ignorant human
you missed the wisdom of it all
so be it alice was destined to fall
way deep into the lizards whole
way before the past gave birth to the future
a living monestary was built
four elements
four dimensions
seven cycles
for he was chained
he had to be a voice
with the two nations emerging from beneath serving him without choice
from the first ever skyscraper, from Babel to the first ever smart home from the great Pyramid of the plateau
with inverted E tribes serving as his hoe
now war was declared on the fifth element
the spirit
the soul
the life
for without these the monestary is soulless a triumph for the soulless soul
the aim was to defeat the monestary, let's make it monetary he said
unplug give the one beside you a hug
Tamer Hossam
Copyright © Tamer Hossam | Year Posted 2019
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