Upon me, I smell
The smell of a good Doctor
Advocating the
Song, Lift Every Voice and Sing;
Like I sterilize a wound.

Make not an offender for a word---
Though I bare or bear, it need not matter.
I mean only what I mean...
For if they're or their, or there,
I publish it and read over it
And its or it's I need not know
Or then or than, or whatnot
I write phonetically...
The sound is what my ear writes with
And nothing more.
Make not an offender for a word.

Raging, my lust burns for the harlot
Upon a screen, with her breasts' crease 
There, in luxurious fashion, like twere for me.
Her dark tan, and her beautiful face
It sends me spiralling in prayer to the LORD.
"LORD, give me a woman like her
"To remove the lust from my flesh
"So I may meet her in my bed, and we shall
"Bear children, instead of Thorns and Thistles
"Of dreams, where I make love and furious grows my desire."
If you understand this, lay your hand upon your mouth
And press, for you know burning desire
Like I, like I,---if a saint a saint may be
You shall know I wish a woman to be wedded to me!
If I be a saint, yes I, shall you therefore understand
That beauty entices my soul like yours
And the honey and nectar of my love's sweet bosom
I wish fair, to be naked before my face
Lying down in between her---
Yet, my entire entourage wishes to take it from me
For they say, "He is weak, therefore, he shan't breed."
Yet, you who stole my work away, you who robbed me
You who try to make the visions come to pass...
The LORD shall give me a land more beauteous
Than her, whom you wish to taunt me with.
And I shall have her, and eat her fruits
And be with her, wedded to the Land for eternity.
Yet, upon the Earth, I wish the thorn in my flesh to cease
And be taken from me... and perhaps it will this time.
For, the raging desire in me is evil,
And God will uproot the thistles of my sins.

I am ready to speak in that moment.
I have all my materials prepared.
I see the questions asked to my classmates.
I know every answer, and can ace it.
I see the categories, and know most.
But, the "Endgame" category is hard.
I have all my notes and materials.
I am ready... for once in my short life.
It is my turn. But, the class now ended.
Don't know if I'll have the guts tomorrow.
Or, if there'll even be a tomorrow.

Though a band of evildoers encircle me,
To say to themselves, "Let us corrupt his heart,
"And make him mad," I stand in innocence.
What hidden sins be found with me,
They are washed by blood.
Though my own hate me, and wish me to be vile,
Though they tell me I have lost something,
No, I shall say, "I have gained."
For, though you try, you cannot 
Pry from me the pearl embedded in my soul.
Precious fount of wisdom, though Sin
Whisper in my ear from my youth,
"You shall die, if you pursue your calling,"
I work to reveal mysteries to the saints,
And am settled in my heart, to let the world die
If so I shall live. For I will not save it.
You wish to have a rotten world,
And say, "It is peace,"
We shall see. We shall see.
I will give up, and we shall see what you do with it.
You who rage, to take from me even the Gospel,
You cannot.

You were to have no Nazi Ideology
Thou Prince of Tyre---none whatsoever.
It was agreed, in formal contract
Between all of the nations, thou Prince.
You call yourself, "God" through Theosis...
It is you who started the war.
I know who you are, Prince
And I am thy antithesis.

Preacher, preach your good sermon
On how Christ purged the temple
And thereby gave passage to
The blind, deaf and dumb.
Which, under Hebrew law,
Is unlawful. Thus Who
Art thou, Christ? Foretold in
All mythologies, in China
Confucius says the man
Who understands the sacrifice
Is able to rule all nations.
In Greek, Virgil extols your law.
In Egypt, Horus foreshadows the cross.
In Mesoamerica, Quetzalcoatl is prophesied
Right when the Conquistadors arrived.
There is the Great White Spirit;
in Norse, there is Balder--though after the fact---
In Mesopotamia, there is El and the Cult of Righteousness.
In India, and the Vedic Religion
There are patterns of law, similar to Yours.
In Buddhism there is Karma and Compassion.
And yet, You my LORD, fulfilled 300 prophesies
Some as plain as the words I'm speaking.
Which to even fulfill 8, says the mathematician
Would be 10^17 as a probability. Eight.
And yet, it is unlawful for the blind to enter the temple
And You purged it specifically for them.
Almost like You are something Greater;
And You came by the ancient faith of El-Yahweh
And proved Yourself throughout history...
You are the Great I Am
Come into Time and Space,
And prophesied by every nation.
Jesus Christ, You are the LORD,
And You prepared way for the blind, lame and deaf
To be given eyes, legs and ears,
And have opened the temple to all peoples
Freeing them from the burden of the Law.
So they can do right, and believe on You
And be saved not from works of the Law
But by their faith in You, and the walk they accomplish through it.

The moment you realize 
It's not about this world's riches
But the heavenly ones,
And you commit to it with finality,
That is the moment of true Salvation.

You see the wealth of his
And you seize upon it.
You turn his wealth to his shame.
Then you eat. Drink. Merry
Into the meed of your woman's vulva.
You bear children, and hate him.
He drinks the wells of bitterness.
You say, "He has done ill."
Therefore, "He must suffer.
"I have done good,
"Therefore, I must eat
"Drink, and feel."
He dies in obscurity,
While you prospered his portion.
You stole from him his hammer
His sickle, his anvil, his threshing instrument.
And you took his lute, and lyre
And drum and harp.
And you took his wife,
And his children, and his field
And his silo. And his house
And his yard, and everything that was his.
You took it. And you said,
"I am not yet satisfied."

"The Rocks, they cry out!"
Jests the fool. Yet, what is most
Human's called "Boring"
By the blonde haired woman. Naught
Human; she'd be satisfied.

That is why a grandmaster poet fails.