Standing in the Mouth of Madness , The First of Many

We started on The Long Walk with an image burnt in our mind. After a Tragically Drastic, Drastically Tragic turn of events leaving my hood for the government. Globe wondering for easy Sunday mornings The you are says I Am . The high, the strongest, a meer grub though in my heart of hearts I see the Dyed Soul Eater . I gots to be starting something by my Welcomed Goodbyes . I smile , the polite wave S.I.T.M.O.M as I begrudgingly press forward. Just know next met you'll address me as Master Bates in your face I'll chortle I Master Bates. Could you be feeling some type of way or feel extreme aversion ? Still standing still reaching to grasp my world spinning like a Centrifuge. Drifting on a memory psyche a Sextape I thinker on repeat. For the good times we hold back fear, my nearsightedness, lack of sunshine acquainted with The End is Here. Hmm will being A Cunning Linguist open heavens gates come see about me . No here I am a Daikaiju still a mountain of a man. All he left us was alone taking in the show lapping Broken Fallacies . In the end I'd steal in the name of the lord if it would return I know. It's a wonderful world pimpin Cheshire cat ear to ear for I fear it's all For Jay Cee. Welcome to the First Of Many.