Destructive enunciation destruction of nations cremation of creation unbeknownst destination beyond the mortal coil resurrect as a fool’s foil for folly burn bubble boil toil and double the trouble left standing amongst the rubble irritated like stubble telescopic view like the Hubble telescope check the scope it seems as though the worlds lost it’s the hope filmed in cinescope no money for Technicolor wear the cape and cowl I’ll never throw in the towel the shadow of the bat would never allow that which consumes me to become reality face the darkness of mortality when you witness fatality brutal actuality tactile mentality can’t see the forest for the trees discussion of the birds and the bees royal decree of the Kree and we’re free from Galactus master of magnets I am Magnus momentous occasion through walls I’m phasing freezing at will teleportation change the station moment of momentous creation incineration of hatred and bigotry maybe one day we’ll be free but until then we continue to keep fighting through this world most frightening still ignorance can almost be enlightening strike the skull with skill like lightning fast fist verbal masochist reformed anarchist Old school new school it’s your school of thought that’s got my collar hot put me on the spot and disappear like a sunspot meets cypher paid the piper sniper and enemy at the gates not a moment to hesitate before we seal the fate of one another forgetting we’re all sisters and brothers no matter the creeds or color together we’re strong separated simply outclassed you’ll never even hear the gun blast the last flash in a moment of light final moment of life just ask Huey Malcolm or good old Martin Louie the message from beyond passes through me like an hourglass attempt to reconnoiter before the time is past the last man of an extinct race against time attempting to divine the riddles of the divine now with infinite gauntlets gems that shine Thanos like Thanatos face thanatosis absorb your power through omnipotent osmoses currents of the current cosmic cosmos cursed to live like Ozymandyus tell me that you’ll stand with us for yourself if nothing else it’s a must thrust with blades in the shape and shade of a charade nary a trace of the trials that we’ve faced it seems the trails been erased by nameless men with no faces or fingerprints leaving little imprint of perceptible interaction instead masking true movements and malicious intent with secrecy so as to avoid the need for consent let me present the latest in a never ending list of breaches to the soul crushing depths that their despicable will reaches hear the world of which this mad man preaches the extent of their plan far outreaches what we’re able to divine so as to never undermine never mind understand stand on our own for centuries we’ve grown craven like cowards what happened the model that you’re seeing is being haunted by the ghosts of those who are trapped cannot pass with business left unfinished I’ll never be done with songs unsung of heroes and villains victims and forgotten children left to fend for themselves ancient chant from the lisped lips of a druid sipping from subcutaneous fluid should it become a problem we’ll switch sides like Round Robin red rover send a government over we’ll topple another implementing democracy is a simple surgical staple that succeeds without fail except when you can’t curtail that nagging necrosis holiest words like Moses all that oppose us shall fall call from the pass in the past to present echo intelligent discourse leaves me no other recourse than to invoke the name of the ancient Norse I call upon Chuck more value than a buck it’s enough to motivate the greatest invocations of wrath hell hath no fury but it’s a cold and winding road to where your soul is stole world of which stories are told that would make your blood run cold women and children sold like commodities the bedrock of multimillion dollar industries operating with diplomatic immunities robbing from the poorest communities who have no other choices no voices but our choice is even more difficult we can harm none and do what thou wilt but stand idly by but turning a blind eye is the same as watching them die where’s the community outcry activism I continue to see a vision a version of this perversion where this no victim a world in which it’s worth living where we can all be breathing and believing not necessarily in a common dream as it may seem but wishing at least no ill will we’ll suffocate the urge to kill filling ourselves needlessly covet intelligence instead The darkness closes in around me and nothing that I can see could ever truly be warped reality in fractured mentalities personalities that fragment like the end of a sentence I never meant this to hurt anyone but here I am holding a smoking gun and just look what I’ve done there’s nowhere left to run I’ll live my life on the stunned path of one who has shunned all that he believed in who’s been relieved of his senses and senseless as this may seem slipping in and out of reality like a dream a good moment is hard to find yet harder to define put your finger on upon your finger wear it like a thimble simple symbol of why you fight the greatest source of your might and what keeps you up late at night but what you do with it is up to yourself