She talks esoteric parables
Focusing on rectifying worlds
Altering reality’s destiny
Against her will, she gave birth
To the twisted underground
Her mind now like spaghetti junction
She feeds on alphabet porridge
To increase her knowledge function
Souping up her faculties capacity through suction
Soaking up the answers to her existence
Practising reverse mind abduction
Separating nonsense
From a world that spins triangle
In rectangular heptagons
Pinpointing thе source to its blueprint of confusion
And the fountainhеad of its candy coated
Created illusion
But first, she had to sacrifice the soft and tender parts of her heart
Temporarily amputated them from her thinking
Making her third eye more receptive
So she could see the future’s future
And alter it via its past
Manipulating the gift of prognosis to assist
Her purpose
She now a psyche sorceress
A sorcerous soothsayer
Her voice like sign language
Prophesying
Revealing the signs of the times
To come
Subconsciously transforming her body into
A vessel
To deliver verbal projectiles
Whilst trying to reopen senses
To deeply imbed her ideals
And inject her effigy
Of the way things are
And how everything should be
Orally drilling into the coffin of dead spirits
In order to resurrect them mentally
With her lyrics
Provoking souls to proliferate
With renewed perception and insight
But first, she had to momentarily paralyse her weaker emotions
So she could gain strength from hard times
And become an elixir to her plight
Her pain and her fame
Can be found deep woven into intellect cities
Or entangled in decision crossroads
Her walk is parabolic Jesus fashion
Her step is forward
But before she could step forward
She had to step back
Backwards
Walking the hardships of the hardline
Like a tightrope
Above a pit of sleeping heads
Taking precautions not to fall back
Fall back in her thinking
For the fate of tomorrow’s sun people sits
Burning indelibly at the back of her eyes
She talks esoteric parables
Focusing on rectifying worlds
Altering reality’s destiny