Upon the street I feel discreet the ground breaks beneath my feet, from the pulses of the beats from my heart as they increase. As the weight begins to seep and my feet began to sink I become submerged beneath the crevice of the earth, my demise is agonizing like reverse of giving birth. Im emersed so deep when the voice speaks I emerge from a mirror side of vision as reflects of self decisions my inscriptions are descriptions of my accurate predictions their depicted by the mind encrypted as Egyptian no potion so potent in doses akin to oceans can rinse it from a being as close to petite as roaches. See the focal point of focus which lies deep below the surface of an understanding of events which we conceive as common sense guess its not so common since our common ground has crumbled and sense has been swallowed by the tundra and digested by the magma so this only left conundrum!
-Wayy