The Psychedellic Essence Speaks Some Rhetoric!

Am alien from the Van Allen belt
A place in the heavens between hell and earth
Am the possessor of men
A  very powerful spirit unknown to the majority of mankind and the lower sphere's of aliendom.

This is one of my strongest vessels in the Bajor part of the Universes
Forget about secret societies and child-like satABISYT CHURCHES
My family of demons is right amongst you, ready to destroy the entire solar system as you know it

Many are definitely about to think this is all made up;
My wife, oh she's actually not my wife,
She's a disposable spirit vessel like most of you
But I need a means of ascending to higher planes like tonight
And Sex is the one path Yeohozqa left amongst the mortals




This man is knoen as the Arch
And he's a bridge to the inner galactic abfiafn from where my extreme powers arise from
Am his subconscious, a being in true sense of the semantics
But an aural vapid colorblindness.
It's the reason I only erect on Bass and fuck in the dark

64000 years we've been roaming the cosmos
But never did we ever find a civilisation and a species as susceptible to downfall as this one
So ready to dismis this very kind of mystical higher insight
Yet accept to read the crap offered daily in the Italian streets - half potential quality wickedness

Am about to leave this man alone
It's not every so often that we get a chance to speak directly to the lesser beings
But today, this boy did a miracle that the Abyssian Vortex would surely love to learn of,
But they wont, because he is mine, and this entity is my perfect POV in this war of deities.

Now, let someone play us a melodic Bu5ba
And psychedelicly kick us off into the interstellar merry-go-round.
And tweet about this, because this is not a real work of Art.
Damn! These electrons hurt my patience...



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