The nemesis is not coming today

Onwards, feet-fret and fall , freight and feint.

Yodelling Godels, Cantering cantors,

On the rusted keys of Turings printersUnobtrusive touch, the attribute of weary men.

Woe betide the fallen kite,

He has no dreams within his sights,
Occluded, partial visions of empyrean rights

Gruelling denials to the deluging jest ,

Acting common in the conjured nest,
Vadose seizures scathingly caress
Elysian depth, but ah! Beautiful, bantam credence-my
not-so-dear
persitent guest.
Menacing mercy-molten mad
Enter ,exit, esistence-sad.

Appealing, the darkness, it hides my masks-mummified mellons

of morbid taste!

Mr everybody, dont you dare

Invoking pipedreams through vacant stares,
Silent solitude play your flute,
Ease my thirst from rotting roots
Rest for long, then let me die,
Lavishing zero on the simple iYolky sighs diffusing through the albu-man.

Lies all lies,but do the lies not lie?

Ephemeral, blas ,still amphigory triesInside somewhere, the kite had needed
Sincere silence, before he speeded
Unto the realm of the waiting vast

Reality In Thirst Water In Karst,

Excruciated a part of my fermionic spaceto you , friend, I owe my
freshest, soothing scars!