Its Greek To Me

I have skeletons in my closet like Yale in its campus with satelites in outter space like CBS has cameras scrutinizing humanity like anthropology with no apology unifying the insanity of lovers of wisdom with my philosophy i´m a firm believer in dressing to impress blowing your mind like wind in the flesh my skull n bones symbolize death they call me neckros laid out to rest but brought back like i was retro i close my eyes, pray and hear an echo its just me and Theos building ¨Save me from the villians¨ Dameon is the pnuemonia of a python its a breath of fresh air when I write on the notebook, the page, the line i put my life on i call it Greek