Embarked on a tread have I
Know not ahead lies what.
The terrains alien, the people
Extra terrestrial
Make sense do not.
Ears up perk, I walk around,
The being extra terrestrial,
Snapped and sought.
Me? Verified conclusions had I
For they revel in Neutral thoughts.
Up my guard, I wary crawl about
Three shots of vodka
And I’m good. I am a god.
Some sustenance and love
Of the dense
It brings about,
This is what I’ve all my life asked for.
Unfortunate it could be,
The irony upon me isn’t lost.
For I fell down this spiral off my own accord.
This is what you wanted, huh?
Well,
The Angel guarding you
Disappoint shall not.
