I stand on this paper, and breath origami
And build an aeroplane, where I can fly away from reality
Whilst airbourne, can I care for imagination
And see clearly the signs that lead to my mind's creation
Times taken its place, and its place lies in natures face
But time can get changed with my eraser's terrain
The end of my paths sentence marks my existence
And
Switchs parellel guide-lines to extend my wisdom
Jumping paragraphs with logical obstacle tasks
I run tracks of essays and burn phrases with flame attacks
My cold breath solds text on this page of death
I maneuver this plane into the body of hell's chest
Ashes left, I reborn in the form of omega
Rise in sulphuric fumes, the particle messenger
I summon words from the dirt of this earth
And you get submerged in deep depths of my curse
I close the curtains of the auditory, the phantom
Soar freely, graffiting the sky of my minds bright sun
With my vocal spray cans, I spray flames on mans
The ghost paint-man, who toast phrases by hand
I rearrange the letters, and distort the aurora borealis
Drown masses of paper in water's deep passage
If my words were bombs, earth would be gone and blasted
The invisible portrait, I paint words into pictures
My fingers are pencils, I'll leave Salvador Dali fisted