Onslaught

You were intended to be likened some Lycan Titans Concepted and designed in my likeness And likened to Quasar brightness The most righteous and finest highness That were designed for crisis not spineless With a likeness to divine devices and no compromises of pious Formed you from star dust and earth dirt when energy I exerted Not for you to grow perverse and worthless working in concert You transverse your worth and reversed the field of the electromagnetic earth to that was innately inert Then you basically shamelessly convert a curse to worsen your worth then divert the atomic blur Some of you I made to more easily persuade But you chose to ignore the fact that you were made so you remained dissuaded Although 'My Particle' inside of you, has permeated and pervaded you remain jaded Extroverts traversing your universe in spurts going berserk from star bursts that effectively burn and hurt Life and death I court but desire to abort those that snicker and snort and kill for sport trying to thwart an escort that exhorts As I'm traversing the universe as I teleport and transport time space distort as I try to append and mend then exhort for social support But you remain barricaded stuck inside your intellectual cage & fort, that which your statement reports, helps you maintain composure when you comport You took my planet and you turned into tragic havoc and destroyed my diamonds and granite Yet granted there have been subversive persons with visions they envisions so skewed and slanted and weeds were planted But I'm dismantling the mantle of the disgruntled vandal with treacherous scandals that are not fit to handle the wick of my candle stick that's lit You have me angered through treachery & slander along with demonic banter Making me switch to my justice and adjudicated malevolence Flipped from benevolence from your elaborate well planned contentiousness So incredulous, beyond your capacity of intelligence But your Big Picture irrelevance is to your own detriment Which has placed you into your present state 'end of your rope or end of the road precipice' Actively ignoring and abhorring this ethereally beyond physical material majestic eminence And your actions are the ever evolving evidence of your decadence And this god has spent too much time unaffected by effortless elements and the unpleasantness Of the permanent pessimist, speaking in eloquence from his 'earthly birth genesis' But there's no humane gentleness in your resident resonance And you made life so strenuous and toxically venomous with such prevalence Forgetting the explicit simplicity of exquisite blessedness Building a sky high edifice became your defiant wanna be titans trident of petulance Now the world is wanton and filled with decadence And an incredibly credulous ineffective exodus Purposefully perplexing the sentiments of sentience And your vacuous souls have chosen to be frozen with a terrible message of recklessness yet have remotely reversed the resonance of the earths resident denizens Exhaling from my thorax or solar plexus, I perplex wit through my next vexed nexus You create distress and then stress with your Lexus that has seemingly perfected your human trek biz There is no more set precedence of preciousness so I must set the mist of pestilence To interject your fist in the midst of irrelevant recklessness causing international restlessness And I utilize my minds eyes to ride the skies having no need of a Vimana or Pegasus I am your creator but now THE ABSOLUTE WORST of any imagined nemesis! ~MusOvni~