Stalwart

Rhapsodic gull, Serenading invisible spell,

Bursting Episodic, Swirling about into an eternal ennui,

Painting an illusion of voluptuous creed,

Springing forth like a vampiric bamboo seed,

This is it, weaponise it or demonise it, become terrorised by it,

None quell the aroma of the Man-Eating Bog, a vile bladder wholly un-    exorcisable

Rendering poor souls Untermenschen,

A marbling litany of decrepit vices,

Its voices beckon forth a gangland, urging to pick your poison,

White rum, procrastination, seven sins, whatever nomenclature,

A cadre of Yōkai, a synchronous ballet with Wewe,

Zero-sum, Kobayashi Maru,

Futile fervour, those complacent cicadas promise,

Alas, one must survive,

Oh Mother of the Saviour, Gate of Heaven,

Metamorphose a cocoon of Dyneema,

Mature, Be the Akira, the Volod of Destiny,

Prophet, Messiah, ascend into the enigmatic Five Percenter, Conjurer of Ashura,

Sing Psalms and ciphers along the godsend path to self-love,

Salvation, but a state of mind, The Future is in Our Hands