Are you done with stealing every thing off me
your paridograms and your parallelograms
they are your way of letting me know it's usual
to use your expression of fate that I might not relate to
everything that I think is normal.
While the vapours of your illusion
they seem to complete my illusion
and let me sleep with my decaying confusion.
I have no fear why I am here
except that I be a mathematical delusion
that compels me to believe
that my faith is a complete illusion..
Do you often delay the strokes of your fork
allowing me a sense of confusion
whilst you know that I will follow
my innate sense of self of retribution.
Please follow me god
for you know what of I am made of
I and yet it's best not to be delayed
from the stitches that remain frayed..
And you expect me to be slow
with my decision - because you know
that my fate will get even
with this mortal soul I am leaving.