Odd Story Ii

Damn it's G, Yes I'm him: El or him That's what she said, But she ain't sad Switching switches, And Fused Light bulbs Twisted turning tables, In Dead living rooms- Thou shall know what weird is: Peeking through tiny wholes Beams of light emanating in- Front of my eyes, Reflecting my soul, Casper wound me- about the other side: Strange people chasing odd dreams Cause corporates took the G: Sold it to phantoms, Now they think that they are G's... And Truth be told, Body is matter: the pastor's black robe, White collar reflect enlightening words More sun little rain, Dried up lands, over flooded oceans Big ships but no shipments, Lack of trade due massive sales: Greedy wolves with no packs Suffering from old age, No alpha's and omegas Just writers writing bootlegs, Hoping to put full stops- So the madness would end, Recorded as legends Cause the characters found there lost boot,