Color Blind

Lost in my path
I tear the pages
Flesh with ten pestilence
Ease then stress
If my phone rings
Answer it please
Cuz the communication I see protrudes of an apolonism in my DNA streak
Nucleotides fill with six trillion word combinations to apply with six thousand nine hundred and nine living languages
Within each cell
Planets twist
Rotating as a double helix
Solidly bonded by hydrogen
Forming the light body
Which extradites
Outside of the divine
To apply the fine sin
I mean just look at how we live
Pressuring the suppression of our false ego
With a g force of ten tsunamis leaning at the door of a street code
And to the waters gust fall for the tears that tea-em up
And splinters become the kinship of my amphibian texture
I delineate the servitudes and symbols to curve the linear algebraic forms
And decipher from the words I lecture
Just remember
The false ego has one
But one only desire
And that is to become greater or more expensive than the true self
You preambleate when the sky resembles the color of your optics
Occupying the space matter within the perimeters of your thoughts lodge
With its Luciferian doctrine
Is it not him?
I pay across the gods constellation
Gravitationally bound to a breeding ground of illness with no inoculation
Toxins flow down the esophagus in celebration of one’s divorce with mother nature
See, see every food product has a code
Which resonates with a body frequency
Which is why they say you are what you eat
How I say so secretly
Are you a soul edged between the revolving doors of the prison system?
Or are you a victim of a family destroyed to man-made imperialism?
The sickness lies within
For the only known cancer spreading across our nation is the loss of self
The death of our divinity
It sickens me
It sickens me
I said
It sickens me to understand the mechanics of how much energy one uses just to process a thought
Yet humans show gratitude to the spiritual gift by lacking an independent one
If the constituents of change become bitter on the fellows tongue
We shall perish as one
Drowning in our own iniquity, unfairness, and ignorance
Where environmental destruction is perpetual and disease becomes diligent
Sorta like what religion is
Slaves to information
Politically caged in between the frames of exponential race of inflation
Designated to parade in a sandstorm of our own flaws appointed by more mordant pagans
Used as collateral to pay off worldly debts like a mortgage payment
Or to them spending billions to create a disease that will cause trillions to cure morbid patients
These rules I'm breaking -
Will play will the most reflective illustrative force of Satan
Picturing frames I even saw my face in

This morning I decline to say peace and love in six thousand nine hundred and nine ways
But at this moment time, I say Aṣẹ
Its carbon and copper that generates the thought process of today
But to minds that run concurrent to die as a slave, I say Aṣẹ
I scream abomination like a seedless grape
Or a sperm cell with no tell [tail] to find its way