Everlasting Tome
I.	Moment in Time
Once knew this Lil Italiano
Cute as a peach with an apple bottom to match
I was struck, lit with a dire desire inside me
To reach out and catch the apple of my eye
Her eyes were like diamonds
That stoned me for their shining,
Alone standing faded in a zone,
Thinking, "Please be my Sierra Leone."

In a moment frozen in time
When I got that scar, right above my left eye
And in a room full of clones she stood alone,
All the girls around her blurred since she was the only one that had the cure for my dome
Tried to be humble with thoughts of how to bring her back to my home,
But my words were jumbled and I fumbled,
With no time left for recovery, my cookie crumbled

Wishing for that touch from my heroine to shoot me up with a rush
Just a little one-on-one time would be clutch
11:11 passed, now I'm left taking one step at a time with my crutch
Though very misunderstood through grapevines of the berry
I stayed on my Jim Carrey
Now I'm left contemplating the ink on her bi,
That birds of a feather flock together
But I'm here wondering why we never walked together
~Regret and refill
The potion with poison~

It's my felicity without the purity,
I am a phantom sitting alone in his city
Falling in longevity, catching daisies
Through clouds of dreams
I learned to love how to dream
Got to lean first to stand on my own two feet
Up and running with my ambitions,
Catching my dream that I'm going to be something
Turn the key in the ignition
Cause I'm gonna ride to the end
Coast to coast, they are going to know I do the most
And I'm chosen to fly above most with a gift
That the gods gave me, no hoax,
So I'm sorry to tell you
I've chosen to make toast
Cause all I need is one moment to shine
Like when I think back to the angel
In that one moment in time
One Love.

II.	E.T.
Follow me, myself, and I to the underworld
When I'm on the prowl, don't come down on these grounds, because I am like Cerberus
So it’s best not to rush the underdog when in the belly of the beast
You never know when he will be ready to feast
I'm real from my head to my feet, they hear heaven when I speak
Like Socrates for the ears speaking from Mount Olympus' peak
Setting fire to Hades leaves, but they leave me in a hiatus
Since I know that no one will ever play this
Even though I'm now on that grade “A” list
Plus, I’m never living life in the past tense
Memories from days that I grew up a confused Baptist
Till I realized that they had my mind caged in like a fence
To each his own, but some of y'all need to learn how to use your domes
You ever wonder what if ET never phoned home?
Who knows maybe he is the one running the show
Writing the scripts while slowly devouring us like a snow cone
But who knows, maybe he comes in peace
Like your girl opening her soul for another man's key
Oh hell, that's just life, just another slice of the pie
And by the end, hope we all learn how to see between these lies
To the ones in control we are just flies
The middle class has slowly vanished in disguise
Right before our own very eyes
Who am I playing, y’all zombies don't even care to realize
Your tainted souls are just happy to be alive
Not ever knowing what it is like to have to survive
Y'all take them shots and wake up the next morning slightly revitalized

These days real genuine love is gone
All the poor souls have gone to pawn
There are no more queens in this chess game that we play
Now days if you're a virgin, you’re just a another lame
None of these cats are tamed
Cause if she has a sweet face, perky tots, round buns, and some pretty eyes
You already know guys have been all between those loins
It's the times we live in
All it takes is for you to have some nice linens
And if that girl gets pregnant these boys aren't kiddin'
Leaving their babies to repeat the cycle
Man these generations are just like cyclones
Guess that's why I'm here jolting down these words alone
...Damn, maybe it's time to pack up and just phone back home.
III.	Rapture
It all started with a bang
Then I heard people chant my name
They say this is all a game
Some play and become lames
While the next one just rode by with your dame
But you couldn't give her your last name
When her head was too full with someone else's brain
Don't hold yourself to blame though
Just go find yourself a new Range Rov'
Write down your thoughts in hopes that they reach J. Hov'
And tell 'em haters that they can just hit the rode
They told me I chose this life the moment I let my time show
Left my neck froze for the light show
Which is only right though, since my flow leaves them enlightened like hydro

Pure water in my veins
Though don't make me say your name in vain
I dare you to go toe-to-toe with me
Wake up blinded the next morning with your eye swole
I keep them birds on me too, just so you know, that's why I lay low
But I still tote that book on me to amaze y’all folks
Jotting down these hits in my Deathnote
Never would have thought bodies could drop without techno
Basshunter will make that tech show
I put vibe in your head like some headphones
"Who am I though?!"
Just having conversations with my iPhone

I would say you couldn't imagine what's in my landscape
Using my words for an escape
Because I heard a wise man once say,
"Use your words to sting,
Cause that's the only way you'll avoid the bing"
Swear I could have heard the Cha-ching!
So don't worry about a ring from me
Because I'm thankful for the days that I didn't itch the chrome
To end up talking from a jail phone
Just remember though
Karma's still out there and she still hits
She may end up giving you a stitch

So I chilled, strayed from my old ways of getting my fill, then resorting to the pill
The void in this life has become so surreal and imaginative that most y'all won't even get this film:
~I'm sort of like Pan when I'm stuck in this labyrinth
With views so elaborate
Have these agents in the system chasing after me
"Why am I so hazardous?"
That's my PC speaking back to me, because I thought this was MySpace~

So I'll keep making hits with these rhymes
Devils can see between these lines
I've been chosen to bless them within due time
While in between I find myself lost in my mind
With these dreams of how they're now divine
But I just pour myself a glass of serenity
And lay back to look to the sky.

IV.	Passion
Okay, check me out
I'm working out and I’m texting
So no wonder why I'm flexing
Folks complaining about a drought
Up late night and I’m gonna make this shot count
J.C. dropped and he didn't forget to flaunt
Just trying to bring sunlight in for Lucy & Kacarot
You got one life to live
Preach it through my ad-libs
Got raps that are mad sick
Pulling in all the Marilyn Monroe's
To come float up to the sky in my mansion
Makes you wonder whether they're Freemasons?
They try running up on me, they better tuck their laces
Got the chucks on me and they aren't from Macy's
Man these boys are about to take their places
If they don't fix their faces
Like a judge I work these cases
I do this crap for entertainment

We got the kit and it's lit
Riding around with no tint
Boy don't act like your pockets aren’t filled with lint
I'm not a pimp; I just walk around with a limp
Probably why all these cats are acting like imps
Walking the streets looking for freaks
Man I only slept about five hours this week
This tea got me geeked
And don't worry this synergy is for free
Trust, that's the key
Let these words touch thee
You can't blame me
For still having dreams of riding in an Astin
Woh baby, I like the way that arch bends
Way badder than my last Benz
All these haters just jack trends
But all they are is some has-beens
Man, I’m flying in the wind
Chilling with the Fam & kin
I'm picturing these words with passion
While my mind is thinking way past taxing
So feel free to rewind this back
Just put your mind on the A-trak.

V.	Disclosure
I don't know what else I can do
And you can say I do this for exposure
But it’s this disclosure that proves that I'm not a poser
Just waiting for that one moment to move us closer

And I live in a duality
That gives me a sense of mortality
But I've always played with the idea of immortality
To help fight this world's poor salary
This paper is not celery
It may be able to sell easy, but it's still measly
Now let me take a moment to teach thee,

In time, I get lost in my mind
Thinking back to the divine
And how I still have to use this grapevine
But I won't lie, it helps me feel fine
And ease my mind
Without having to resort to the wine
Paused in the moment
And I noticed how it seems like your mine
I wouldn't even have noticed that
If I wouldn't have wrote these lines
It's these things that keep us from nines
And no lie, it's sometimes the pine, ha
It's just this system that makes it a crime
Has everyone worried about dropping a dime
For those in control can I please have a rewind
Do you realize that this is what's keeping us in a bind
I'll leave a picture for your mind
Plus I'm starting to believe that I'm one of a kind
And I have my Fam to thank for these rhymes
I'm me, thanks to He & She
I do not mean any blasphemy
Sometimes it's just these words that tax me
But I remember that was the past me
Or maybe I meant the last me
Because I swear I haven't felt the same since last week
Thank you,
For those of you who did not stress me
And those of you who have blessed me.

VI.	1331
I'm just gonna start out first by stating no blasphemy
But I feel like they just called upon me
Please you don't wanna play with me
You know I keep the peace, but mess around
And I will untame this beast, if you try to feast on me
I'll come up off this leash
I think it's been like this since last week
Please don't mistake me for a meek
I never had nothing, so I'm not afraid to release
You don't know how many people I've had to tell peace
I've beat many with this short reach
But trust these hands can still teach

When I'm in this zone you should know that I've never met divinity
And even you can be popped like a Xanny
I got this remedy in me, that allows me to fix the frame on all of my enemies
And then I'm stuck with this identity
God please don't pity me
You sacrificed, now I'm just the next Kennedy
In this life everyone is guilty
So please don't act like you’re an entity
I write these thoughts down so you can see me in reality
Come back around after the check point and hit you with mortality
The combat will leave your whole squad a bunch of casualties
Brunch was served so now let me sip my tea

I play the game like its E.A.
I keep running this track like a relay
You’re kind of like your girl, she knows that I'm gonna slay
Sorry, but even you know she wants to drink me down like, Hail Mary!

When I was a kid I use to pray
As I grew, I learned to cope with the haze
I'm your girl's next phase
I’ll leave her thoughts scattered in a maze
If you think I'm worried about a tax
You must not know how many times I've had a relapse
Even if I barely played Craps
Know I still roll the dice, while your vice was the rice
I'm starting to think that maybe this ghost should start to give you advice

I already read up on my Nero
You think I'm going to care about a dinero?!
Nah... I just send these hits like I’m an Egyptian Pharaoh

1, 2, 3,
I'm about to drop for free
Knocking down your door
When I had the key
I didn't pause to say freeze
Your girl’s reading this
And even her kitten's teased
Hit up my phone, asking if she could get it, please
Text back like, I don't care if you're Lebanese
You don't got it like my girl, capiche
Think I'm gonna have to drop this on the thirteenth

When she begins her ballet
She knows I'm wanting to wear her out like her PRO Palette
Went to the show and I seen the talent
Never saw someone crawl with such a prowess
If that leopard comes to me, she knows I will lay it down to rest
I pack this instrument on me like, "We the best!"
Should have heard that I pass every test
So please don't pest me
I know that I'm not a Carter
But y'all just motivated me to work harder
To wear all of these watches like I am the Father
Blessed words reaching those from here to Harlem.

VII.	Moment 'n Mind
They say once you've found love, you've lost your mind
And it seems like she will forever be intertwined in mine
For I see her as beauty, divine
Something finer than wine
I've wrote about her with these same words throughout time
In hopes she would hear my thoughts as if they were chimed
She rings her bell, aiming me to the garden of thyme
Allowing me to reach heights that I never thought I could climb

She contains inside her the essence of my high
I just want her to be by my side as we watch the sun rise
Before this wolf gets up to put on his suit and tie
Intelligence she knows that I wear as a disguise
Looking into her eyes, I embark into the skies
I was told that I would not be able to fly
But sparks ignite every night as if it were the Fourth of July
And every morning when she kisses me goodbye
I tell her she will always be mine, from every five to nine
Smiling because I know she will welcome me home with a warm slice of apple pie
And soft whispers in my ear that her sporadic shivers will always be mine
Even when our bodies are not aligned she will forever be caressed between these rhymes

So my time has been spent with this tool
I know there is evermore the chance that I'm just a fool
Like the lamb who walked to the cliff full of wool
But with that cruel fuel I will continue to paint this mural

Along with a cup full of yellow stuff
Which is only right, to give me the opposite of a rush
Even though it will slowly turn my brain to mush
Because sadly I still cling to this crutch
As if it was a must, whether it be love or lust
Or just some lines that I'm forced to crush

Sometimes I wonder if you still sense my fresh blue musk
Like that night I walked out with my two subs
Had no two cents and looked passed your innocence
Left you rootless
Just to watch you through my conscious defense
Probably why I have so many moments to reminisce
This is why my hand these days is guided by providence

Since now your eyes have become the master lens
For me to finesse these words like a bag of Lipton
In hopes of the day I'll see the fruits of my labor come to fruition
Although sometimes I just wish for your genuine recognition
Opened my mind for you to see my hopes and premonitions
With these telegrams that are bounded by definitions
Because when reality hits, who's the real victim?

Regardless who is right or wrong
I'll continue this eternal waterfall as if it were my protocol
With words taught to me from a cathedral hall
So I will be able to preach to y'all
With the memories I've acquired throughout times of spring and fall
And if there is one thing I may ask from y'all
Remember you are all beautiful
And always stand tall
Never be the one forced to crawl
For it was only she who ever left me in awe
And believe you, me
I remember it all.

VIII.	Epiphany
You don't know the wicked things I've done for the vine
How many times have you had to press rewind?
Before the words hit you hard enough to make you recline
Why are these passages so hard for some to find
I am not one of a kind, born with three eyes
With a mind full of thoughts that'd leave most mortified
The kind of view that should not be televised
The reason why you tell your children to close their eyes
How many times do I have to show you that I am verified?
How many times do I have to show you my bars are fortified?
And why is it so hard for you to open up your eyes
To the perception from a third kind
That watches over us as we all die
While many tend to pray in hopes that they aren't going to fry
Others just fall down and cry when they truly realize
What the Bible beholds for how they've lived out their lives
But I mean not to prophecies
And do not wish to emphasize or characterize anyone else on how they've chosen to live out their lies

This control system is just something I grew to believe
I wonder if any of you have seen pages filled with leaves
Then raised and put to the mouth of your brethren
Now looking like a Christmas reef
Never said I was one to know many reverends
Just grew into the belief of inner peace
One moment when I believed to had seen devils feast
By the burning of a tightly rolled crease
Freeze for a moment so I can now paint this piece from Greece

[AD- Commercial Break]

Reverted my eyes back to the T.V. screen
For I did not understand what I had just seen
Was his fate always set to be born into a fiend?
Just something I would not believe
Since birth knew ‘em better than any other friend
And still believe I will be with him after I see my end
Just some initial mental scars that I grew to mend
While I got better with the art of how to pretend
From thoughts that my mind would not allow me to comprehend
Because I knew them and was not able to see the hem
Just through ideas from others written in free hand
Paused and thought for a moment, wait that's man

Words soft spoken as if they were contraband
Speakers might need adjustment if this is a one man band
A form of Noah was spoken in more than one language
In all different ways throughout the ages by multiple sages
So I still believe there must have been some truths behind those pages
When I watched them lit upon young faces
If this is some form of ace or spade
I recite to the matrix now to my grave
In hopes to spark a visual wave
Possibly even create the best new phase, amorphous
I tell myself this is now because of metamorphosis
From long cold nights under the winter solstice
Fore a belief that I never want to sell this
And thankful I haven't become a dead Corvus
But devils know that I am still gambling
And probably need to stop rambling

So if these weapons ever do happen to fall upon your eyes
Do not feel televised or compromised
For I mean not to emphasize
Only to profit my mind to the maximus
In hopes to create some form of Cinematix
I end these thoughts with simple word mathematics

[Formulas]
If you ever think you/r sense negativity
Channel it into something positive
A negative times a negative always equals a positive
A negative plus a higher good will always come out to form something it should

All it takes is a 45 degree turn to change
x to +
Adding, Multiplying
Same outcome, Progress.
But once your Zen gets good enough
Everything can be seen as a buff
A positive times a positive is the absolute greater rush.

IX.	Gossip & Gospels (A Martyrs V)
I follow the laws, which don't throw back hands to a true core,
And to most it would seem like my words are from front lands, but I don't tour
I live off of my own source, and I'm getting better at speaking in Morse
It'll be like this until I'm a corpse
It's not a curse though, I'm a Jedi using the force
I send blessings to those who were fools with the torch
And, or gave up their dreams of living from atop of the porch
I would voice these words but I'm afraid of all those who'd try to make me hoarse
And in fright I will end up revealing that I am no one’s hoax
You may look at me as a beast but I choose not to boast
Because I understand it's that same duality that keeps boats afloat
I'll keep watch from the sidelines while jotting down some side notes
I learned how to lay down the bricks building the bridge to cross over the mote
Looking down at those who were lost in the ropes and those looking up to the Popes
I balance my soul to maybe some false sense of hope
Ants understand that I will not mope, because my hand did not tote
So I know they will see my croak
Rearranging words through an upside down view so some won't see my cloak
Cause even with a Christ conscious these views I have can sometimes make one feel low

~Ripping through the cold moss air, and in between the floor oaks
Sowing the seeds to grow prosperous oats, all along while looking over all these dirty folks
I have found myself in my own oath
Wishing I could change imperfect hosts
Makes me want to fall to the ground but I know not to toe
Lines with the devil, I speak without treble to the fellows
Who have knelt to the alkaline meadows while I close my eyes and listen to crystalline waters wash over all of the soft pebbles~

Opening my eyes to look upon the flies by pulling open my mind
I speak my final piece to some form of divine,
"Please let me find inner peace."
And I think I've heard a reply,
"All within time."


Additions:
X.	Zero Relations
Everlasting Tome, you’ll finally receive the beautiful ending that you are not so deserving of…
Purely crafted through slow nights of lonesomeness in remembrance of scenes from boring days
Nothing spectacular written, just was lost in my mind unraveling a Rubix cube and exposing it on a site like my own Youtube.
At the end of it all, I only found out when you break the Rubix cube, it just scatters from the fall to form smaller ice cubes
Still the same, still a mystery, still just as cold as it was before it was picked up and played with
A pointless game, but when you can’t win, the numbing satisfaction comes from within, a beautiful end
One less limb, one less piece to the puzzle, one less beat of a passed lover’s heart to lock the muzzle
The mind and the heart, when the same cannot attract anything and in the end, the remains are nothing
Rotten paper as rotten flesh, caressing pages revealing only the cold kiss of death
Find comfort in it, embrace them, for those are the only lips that are left.

XI.	Parachutes
Never had a Princess Mononoke,
I always stayed low key with my keys
Unlocked the dark corners of my mind's keep and realized that I was wrong not to hold you by my side
Left a bezel in the rough that I should have touched, but I stayed in disguise
Could had shone light through the night when you needed it the most, instead I was a ghost
Then everything changed the moment that I saw the post

~Flashbacks of my eve,
I couldn't believe it,
My mind wouldn't allow me to perceive it,
I just wanted to be deceived from it~

So I strayed with the memories of when I wandered in those cold nights, and slid down those same dark roads
As if getting the baker to act on my part was my heart, nah
This Superman touched his kryptonite,
Sunny days slowly turned to cloudy summer nights.

Since then something went wrong in my mind's eye
And I don't think it will ever be alright again
Everything seems like something now… But isn’t nothing something?

Time went by while I stayed high
Lost my love in the sky,
Flipped nickels and dimes
Hoping that I would be fine
Tipped back some Persian wine
Only to find myself lost in my mind
Felt my life foreshadow, the sun behind me
Lost the few that knew me
Blew my high, like bitch don't kill my vibe
Feeling under pressure, I tried to go against the tide
To only find myself once again push to the side
Nearly drowned in that depression, but left the only life I knew behind me
Now it’s only greatness that blinds me

Since reminiscing on this life, only to find the puzzle now complete
I am able to stand and walk on my own two feet
Because being able to make believe is beautiful in design
When it was created by the architect of time
Only people try to tarnish the idea with thoughts of being divine
But in reality, we are falling into schizophrenia, wrestling abstract thoughts as if we were in Wrestle-mania
Only those with hearts of lions will stay to climb the ladder
Leaving the ones below to chatter and eventually shatter
Now grab the belt, release the parachute, and float to the ground, so that you may be felt
Or forever be lost in your mind to melt.

XII.	Root of Evil
The seed was planted
Depression slid and landed
My deed forever implanted
Now you all know of the golden bond miss-handed
I think my practices as a youth made imprints of the truth
I was only too young to see behind my own root
Self-infliction since nigh high was tradition
Not noticing the city around me slowly burning like the kitchen that I was standing in
As a child, I died before ten
In the newspaper was I and the contest I won with my hand
A moment of photography that I did not understand, until these days that I continue on the same path writing with that same pen
I did this all myself, without the misuse of any other’s pin
Concentration told me to keep it pushing so that I could live a life without ever having my holes mistaken
I can wash my hands with sanity
Knowing that I can look back without a stained vanity
But I feel for the unfortunate who were too young to stop from d'evils by embracing their own Gospel tunes
Only grew to watch their ambition through an Elmer funded cartoon
The new world is cruel, it’s time is past due, and I want to be the one to reverse everyone’s view
Good men are now far too few
This world reeks of PepeLaPew
And I want a Pic-a-Chu

I wonder even than if my signature returned back innocents
Like back when I was a child ending babes with a fin, without even having to bust their hymens
I’m sure the school’s field trip was all planned
It’s just as a child I didn’t realize that I could do far more than most humans
Can you blame me with this clean coat that I’m now in?
But while I long to wear genuine flannel, since you can only watch me through this panel
She’s the one who actually changes the channels
Wash your conscience with handfuls of Chanel
While I'm seeing you through this cameo
So now I’m going to do what I believe you ultimately wanted
To end this square that we live in
Where triangles think they are some form of fallen angels
While I’m the real E.T., waiting to phone home some real entities
Bringing an end to Gaia and all of its earthly tendencies.

XIII.	Final Phantasy
Imagine learning one day that your whole life has been a lie
Living with a free mind like a child until I learned my passage of time
Rewind, look back and see the signs
Life always seemed to be just fine, until I got to speeding up and matched a crime for speaking my mind
Who would have thought my two cents were worth listening to
Dripping more than just words bounded by glue and sparks that glisten the reader’s view
I fix these vixen's eyes to work like my muse
I mean, I got nothing on my mind anymore but dollar signs since I grew up to find my hand leaves these dolls begging for more, they just want more, to bore my kin, knowing that they were my true core, but are now just worn
So I won’t pout to flowing fountains of all these rock mountains
I’m going to school just to learn how to count my accountants
And if you don’t understand these ounces of rhymes, I'll leave you in the dust, because I must continue this route as I preach my soul for nuns
Teaching them love through my hand and it's pen rubs
Because Lord knows that I’m just a mutt, working hard to make up the lines of my beginnings as a runt
A Little Rascal running the streets with sacks of cash and hash, strong enough to give the best smokers lungs a rash
Making them pass the mass that are my joints, but now that’s just in the past

Face it, I’m writing this right now wasted, that’s why it’s speaking to you so basic
So what if I ran in the streets with ASICs and a body filled with toxins
Am I not great enough to now wear a pair of Moccasins?
I’ve spoken to the Father and confessed most of my sins, but it’s just for closure because I know in this life I won’t get any closer to changing some ones idea that I am not a poser
So I’m writing this final piece to divine to let the gods know that I’m just fine with being a phantom
for this
Moment in Time
∞

Epilogue
Writing has become pointless
Because once I exposed my waist
Everyone saw what I wrote down as hate
And the thoughts that I create just become a crater of waste
Based off previous notions from opinions of others that cannot relate to what I make
The end result being a misconception of my construction and it appearing as fake
Now please understand, I do not wish to begin this last piece spewing words of execrate
I just think that it is time to finally leave this god-forsaken place
To start anew, leaving the precious few that I personally knew
Excluding the ones in my head when it was far past my curfew
A few failed attempts at reaching out with my Bluetooth
Because I did not have the change for a private phone booth
So I resorted to the idle works of proverbs
Then started out on an objective that probably left most confused

Something that was designed and aimed for the sole purpose of giving my utmost honest thanks to you,
The lady who made it her silent promise to awake me from my noose
By displaying the significance of my past that I never knew
So in appreciation of your lovely infatuation and passion, as well as your enmeshing fashion
I have written, wrote, and continued to write of my becoming
Through passages of time
Past, present, and the imminent
All wrapped into a gifted book of mine
This was everlasting to me
Since it had been written N handed down for you from inside of my gloomy tomb
An artwork that was shown through unvoiced rhymes and viewed through your runes
Meant for only you
A beautiful essence
That I never even truly knew

But through an infestation from this population
My purpose became an accumulation of other's manifestations
Because something that started as an attempt for unification, soon became a failure of justification for my work
Then eventually manipulation and humiliation of my words
An outcome that I had never wished for when I first began
And now see as my composition's downfall as I diverge from them
Though it plagues me that the majority may have stemmed from projections
Brought on through fore thoughts of a Freemason that I never even knew existed, but nonetheless, helps me understand of my overall nonexistence
Along with the ignorance that came hand-in-hand with my absolute persistence
From feeble attempts to form any kind of resistance against It
They wipe out any part of memory I own, then give me a dream of one moment that lasts only for an instant
Waking up in an inebriated haze, as if my lone vision had already been finished

When I try to shine light on these acts of atrocities
They either go by unnoticed or their made a mockery
In spite of mine and infinite other's sacrifices to their tyranny
And now I'm losing my faith to continue the fight
Because it has become clearly evident that the blind sheep and the powers to be only cackle at me and my vendetta for peace
As they lay down some more rosaries
In despite of my buried misery
Reminding me of my pawn chemistry

So, I thank you, for embracing my widow Juliet
Because if it is true what has expired
I am joyed that you too were able to admire her fire
And hopefully no tears had perspired
In this finding of truth, I hope those that are able can inspire the youth
To be something much more than just Eden's bore fruit
Since in the ripening of my age I have shown to be nothing more than a mere vegetable fool
Mindlessly bound to a cable
Exhibiting illusions in the form of fables
Then always returning to the constant pondering of the true purpose between Cain-N-Abel...

I state this as my last farewell
For I have fell and failed in a clumsy endeavor to make it out of this conscientious placed that I like to call Hell
Upon making it to the gates
I envisioned to have heard a bell
But perhaps I am still under her spell
Something that Time will apparently never tell
Regardless, it is too late for me to turn around
The streets behind me are far too crowded with fowls
Who know that I will never ever bow
So they have saved my soul for the hound
And now I will slip away without a sound.