Phase One

Phase One By Nathan Hannen Half of my soul arranged in psychedelic patterns Remaining, I don't know what it is that will happen Concrete expectancy rate, A silhouette of void shades The green queen, Or the one legged ace of spades The acorn leaf, Devoid of respiratory functions Arriving at multi exitable crossroads, With eternal junctions A preparation of rumbling acidic downpours in vain Around the corner, Zig-zagged in purple flame A road continues through a three dimensional lane Amicably, Enemies melting to death in the toxic rain The End.