Phosphatidylserine

To those with ears let them hear the seer,
To those who are auriculate let me articulate
Fos-PHAT-id-ILL SEER-een

As imperial homo sapiens enter
recipients to the incipient temporal spatial world
multifarious inferior racial exteriors
are here and there made nefariously hilarious
various categories are scattered with gory consequences
sorry story sequences on forty frequencies
upheaval of the primeval integral interval of time
our frugal frames mine only a prodigal mime of mind
the Prodigy's odyssey is obviously devious
a mischievous devil misleads when we believe misdeeds relievin' us
evil thus is renitent
in the ancient yet recent precinct of production
instinct our instant induction;
both distinction and deduction, incessant reduction
definitely manifest destitute destiny,
the institute's prostitutes are pressing me
resist instead (invest) in the recipe to resuscitate
reinstate every entity's unity
in the recess, reassess and investigate
that property of poetry that's notably noble
it's probably not properly a logo
Logos is low on gas,faces say the reality of virtue is virtual
But if this were true, it would really hurt you all.

Idyllic Cyrillic Scriptures pictured in acrylic pixels,
A mosaic of archaic proverbs probably prohibited in Hicksville. (x2)

Guard your treasury from the treachery of lecherous sketchy wretches
Procure a security in surety against the incommensurate
Who hate, chide, then circumscribe the scribe
Despite the laughter I rap at cha through the aperture of the rapture
Fight with an attitude that has an aptitude to capture
the ineffectual in a perpetual perceptual intellectual spectacle,
contempt for the contemporary menace of immanence,
an agitated antiquated immigrant
who mitigates against the imitation of intimate intimation,
infiltrate and rail against the frailty of our imposed failed reality
closed and opposed to an impaled spirituality,
spatiality readily hailed as our specialty
but our species just bailed into an easy banality.
The Preliminary Luminary Finality is forgotten
For we've gotten rotten and brought on ourselves this parking lot in life

Idyllic Cyrillic Scriptures pictured in acrylic pixels,
A mosaic of archaic proverbs probably prohibited in Hicksville.