"It’s not luck I got the touch. My words are murderous. So I try not to say too much. Ya still got questions? What, what, what?"
Zeus chose me so I rose up like a tree and became a deity. Proceeded to teach. Peek in my mind it’s like a thesaurus. The chorus approves. It’s not a game I don’t care what the score is. There’s more in my mental. Splitting your mind like a splinters to help spark kendlin. Spinning fabric creating and shaping realities.
