Permission, to stare at me,
En route to the process, conveying thoughts,
In a sequence, that attests to,
My mind’s chosen blueprint:
Mouth gaping, when I have you
In touch with, the reptilian
Etched at your core, take a breather, cool off
For all intents and purposes, This is what happens
When gasoline is exposed to my fire.
What I speak, I’ve already spoken
Ideas I imprint are the endgame
Of my reverberating echo,
Voiced from a time untold.
Confessions of the prototype, when I say
“It’s greener on the other side”
I speak of husks bound by envy, secluded
Beyond the threshold of my existence.
They say I paint pictures with my words,
Bringing about consciousness
Of senses you had yet to realize exist;
If you think this is amazing,
Wait till you see what my creator can do.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Art by: ryky