Susceptance

Wild gorgeous mongrels, mollycoddles, journey with a monstrous momentum, musing deeply of their doom, turning into poltroons from the aftermath of a monsoon, on the moon, mummies wrapped in silk -n- silver, crawling through the arctic cold without a shiver, spiritually enjoying their pilgrimage, through these popular pyramids, pythons slivering, shedding their skin, for he’s no longer him, giving free will, so he’s unable to sin, royalties mirrors, clearly reflect gorgeous women -n- powerful men, monetary gains, complements a King’s grin, for like his Lord, thy peasants worship him, it was Satan’s friend who jinx a jinn, making love to Jocasta’s trifling, desperate ass, then summons the wind, splitting the Red Sea, which is every woman who vagina bleeds, giving birth to thy Earth’s adorable cursed seeds, who in which traveled every ocean -n- every colored sea, man silences his thoughts, for his money speaks, for Lucifer -n- thy Lord is uniquely stitched into his royalty, for it’s a dual aspect of who he really wants to be, for he looks -n- his own eyes,-n- sees love, hate, arrogance -n- jealousy, don’t believe me, just look in the mirror -n- see, honestly, I just want to be free.

What you see besides

How you look -n- royalty

What you see, is it

God we worship or is it

Power -n- money, look

At the world -n- tell me what

You see, or tell me what you

Want to see, no caitiffs