Not In a Creative mind

~Part1~

My image it’s captivating

Their lies are ascending for certain

As blessed as it seems

The more I’m deceived

Enchanting thieves

Cast spells, and deceive.

For what is white

Be black in night

And what behold be gone in sight

For tellers show their dying fight

It’s telling so their bout’s alright

An endless stroll of maze in sight

And I enrol my mighty plight

Till I control my time delight

To ring around the rosy view, reincarnations telling true.

~Part2~

My light it’s telling the show

I run revelling in growth

Intrusions, delusions and many

More telling a hoax

I suffer in conscious

I boast about mentions

And sell comprehensions

Not many know so of this foe

Psychotic enactment be rife In distractions i take the reins strong on a hold

My presence Is ever, so sever all tether

The lies in the hope of a toast