Greetings stranger, I am from the O.s. galaxy; many aliens have died in futile attempts to battle. Welcome to my mind, the requiem of of reality. I bathe in the mortification of my enemies, making reknown rivals relics of thier prime, it's just a formality. I am an oracular enigma...I wish.

I am a nobody, overlooked and down trodden,

forced to make the sparks of my imagination broaden.

The requiem is over.

The drunken buzz of outlandish thoughts jaded and now faded,

I'm stuck sober

here.

Why here?

Every inimicable second,

every mediocre minute,

every barbaric hour of my days spent here.

In a land of law rehashed to sound or seem indiscriminant.

A society that subconciously chose to inoculate feelings of resentment

That encourage me to modulate my words as a way to reintoxicate my life and go blind,

as these figurative sparks of imagination fly

from my heart,

unified, for the first time, with my mind to revive our right to be unique.

So stay strong weirdos,

dont change because our time is coming it may not be today, tomorrow, or next week

but when this chaotic civilization reaches it's peak

of hate, confusion, oppression, and deceit who in the hell will the people seek?

You, us, me. #TackyUnity