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By A. Mills

I'm restraining from the abrasion of relating to abasement without fazing because I have the finesse to raise it again!  And again!  But enough exacerbating the situation for those who know what all THAT meant..

I'm on it and infinite, devoid of derrogative nonsense and perogatives misspent.  However I am honest and into this, after all, evolving is primary for me to exist.  Shoot your preacher if he resists!

Incidentally I'm an elastic, outlasting, graphically outmatching, rusty hatchet grabbing, fast cat with prescience.

So you want to live father?  Keep your distance!  I'm chronic and definite like a nerve tonic chased by a SARS-tipped shiv of holy deliverance to end perogatives misspent of positive intent mislent that ended perverse and bent.  Oh well and pray it into Hell for positively ignorant intent's crisp, scented end.

But it expected to be a reflection of needs without issuance!  Indeed.  Funny how humility brings piety to its knees!  While hunger drives the same engines, ten guns, tensions, dents when done as greed!

I'd rather beseech those I reach than beseed so bewarned before I leave..

Politics exist in this pneumonic issuance and there are demonic risks enlisted so I'm robbing creative license from the litany living silent...

Deceiving in store, interfering lore and clearing the wars we're never hearing of anymore.  Yet so near indeed as if it were a bad luck feed in each sweating pore.  Curse those media medicine harlets evermore!  Certainly I never needed your leavings to beseed sore demons.

Pleasing meager peons through an open door abattoir.  From notion scoping to hopeful oceans from shore to shore I'm going on.  Flowing strong and provoking at the core, reaching eons of gore, beseeching each cleaving leaves more spotty rotten bodies to be used as urinals and nothing more.

Satan took a naughty vacation, said lead hun!  See me when you're done.  Free to bomb undone, getting wrong under the gun, implored with a sculped inspection of multiple dimensions, Gulp and pull and torn like the culpable level of tragic devil's magic in the bereaved tongue release tip, threatening slip, weapon of a lisp from the Exorcist!

No faking Satan reborn in pieces reckoning a fretful fling shedding birth!  But no shotgun wedding could handle the vice of the Anti-Christ.  So a regretful thing born to stray the course...springs forth and brings the war!  I'm set to pull strings to appease the mania, with means through media to explain, edu-tain, retrain all who seek to unloose the truth!

I'm choosing to cut through the exasperation and blues of abfuscation's noose.  Unwinding my divine mind never took a vacation better to pay my dues.  Finding what muttering shutterbugs covered up too.

Distinct riffs so tense, instinct makes a difference, on the brink of clearing my interference!  I'm forever uttering my blues, clever rudder steers through an ocean of emotion to send an explosion in a silly roll...to the Original Giveer of Means... like Billy Joel's "River of Dreams!"  Never studdering when unglued, but fluttering between chaos that won't lay off of me and grounding to a sound so true.  

I'm coming undone running a newfound underground ghost-town.  Every verse I scrounged from the first round excites backlights to pound, disperse slack and spite all around!

Still dropping backrhyme reversals with no rehearsal, unlimited subliminal riddles ground fast like sand from glass, blasted back to beriddle my sound!  Like explosive bocci balls found loaded, handled like votive candles with murder as motive by Pagliacci the clown..

...in yatzee falls, blood and hair spots on the walls.  Dice roll when nights flow and vice shows.  Writhing onward, fighting my click-respond-whirr, I'm getting ahead of fools like Deadpool slicing the Beyonder, dividing to conquer, Tithing ganja for sure because Mother Mary wants to blur, wary, on it, impure like marijuana's cure.

Like a perpetual perp hurt as an intellectual baby squirt!  From nursery it pokes without mercy until I awoke in every choke!  Between this world or me is no joke.  Every terse stroke I'm cursed to invoke worse with every toke.  Earth first spoke when I was birthed in lava squirts.  But the universe grew alert when Gaia sighed from deep inside and purped from the frightened Hell of a Titan's cell.  The right sight unwell, growing mound exploding dirt-brown sound, a curt and down home animal berserk like a cannibal dessert spellbound hellhound!

No escape inside a blatant sigh for hero worship, but Nero Wolf slipped when superheroes stormed Heaven!  Getting even with treasonous unrason.  Omnipotence ignoring NON-FICTION morals and mortals pleading.  God pulled a switch that makes my anger twitch!  Called away on business, lulled into picturing he was above it, but finally culled for sleeping on shift...Mobbed and strafed absolved said God was unsafe from me:  the FIRST Captain of Matiny!

Saint Peter:  Gasp!  Captain in the sky above!  It happens and humans die:  the kind you never tried to love.  Ace of Literati was on in the first shot!  She got me...and unloosed Lucifer from his pen...the lucid cunning linguist twins are gabbing through zen, at it unspent...brains addled again.  Ace sliced low to high, knees to thighs, so you'd see the letters distressed, extended from pen to quick-stitch across my chest.  Accosted and put in check in 5 minutes or less, from my dying breath she warns that you're next!  Good luck Dues, and PROTECT YOUR NECK!