A bulging wit…
Hard and full of intellect…
Watch it grow while he exposes
the gross anatomy of his soul…

Touching the surface,
hot from what he observes,
mixes interpretation with application,
a supplement of intelligence,
hence his thoughts are more perverse than
a Tom peeping with Dick and Harry…

Mumbling humbly,
his words move quicker with a pen,
but eye contact is where his sin begins.

Intrigued now you investigate, but
the trap was set and you sprang it,
why would you think you’re the one
who equipped it…

A Blood brain barrier full of narcotic,
I shot it intravenously,
worshipped only it, while the thought of more hardened my ploy…

Soar with the angels God gave wings to.
Play with the demons Satan empowered to enslave me…

A nail, a spike
I believe in divine right,
No more dogma,
because I bait the master to try
and move faster yet,
the candle is lit at both ends,

and this is how I make friends…
Staying truer than the most profound of
all words, by working harder than the
word action set to motion.
Enjoying each faction a fraction more than you,
because I dance with angels atop demons!