Vain apocalyptic theories
My own natural thunderstorm-black clouds, huge soggy dropz,
showering the pavement. Coating my own smile.
Meanwhile, i sit dipping a prawn in sauce, drinking water on ice.
My own aura expands to a few feet away. A stairwell, dark, filthy. Grime on walls. Garbage everywhere.
Sadness in the faces of the people forced to sit there, eat there, urinate where they sleep. Cries of the only humans amongst the hybrids. Skin weathered. Nails broken, tears dried on faces. Children huddled into their family. Wanting a way out. Crying for their salvation. Their peace in life after much suffering.
Not knowing fully what contractual obligation their minders have gotten them into.
Not grasping the deal with the devilish influence their souls are entwined in.
I will give you everyone around me, if you just save my own self. God forbid they evolve.
My thunderstorm continues.
Coming towards me...
Sweeping away all da madnezz
2 shimmering beautiful ultra glowing
Orange.pink.yellow suns
With a tiny bit of paradise and song
Glowing mist trickling from their brightness, Raver vibe.
Amazing
Lucid
Inside you, and i.
Shaun A. Delage