It sounded like a Thud
An oscillation that allows
The scenery to resemble your inhibitions.
Intuition’s practically compelling you
To have a singular perspective.
The strong one is content with peace
Even though his wrath is ready.
The weaker one injested cryptonite
Now his casket is ready.
Rearrange the furniture,
Sometimes the expenditure may not be immediately available,
So we turn to a tender hand,
Or the one who has a tender in his hand
And give him the laudables that belong to God.
I put 10k in the bosom of God
And oscillated His heart,
I moved something.
No sooner had I done that
Than he christened me His fragility and His wrath,
The sweet-spot of His heart.
He put 10k’s in my sockets
And gave me a sniper’s vision.
Now we see further than Oracles and Soothsayers
We became smooth sailers with this precognizance
And then we laid open and bare the truth
About the witch and the doctor.
It confounded the traditional-healer,
He couldn’t tell which doctor…
The traditional-healer couldn’t tell which doctor
We were referring to.
And then heat of the sun was commissioned
To provide us shade day.
And then the heat of the moon was commissioned
To provide us shade by day:
The greater light and lesser light
They alternate shifts
They move something_