His spirit is pernicious, precocious, please be cautious,
His vicious, his heart is malicious, it’s not fictitious but one must suspicious.
His ambitious like the magicians and nah am not superstitious.
Nova era, the terror of nossa terra without any error,
It’s exciting than the thrilla on the manila
Por Amor , thine novella, my heart’s propeller: ephemera
A Sicilian fur breeze for thine honey-bee, my sweet mozzarella
For her a Saint Augustinian, a Sicilian fella
Heavy wind and hella rain: on thine black umbrella
Heart stronger, like the pharaoh’s and the Roman’s Pillars
Only for the few, I shall tell her, Aristotelian impeller
And the Rockefeller’s interstellar, cosmic rays, estrelas of nossa terra
My flow is flawless, it’s exotic and chaotic, like a stateless people being lawless
And yes, one love, yea: bless, afresh I shall express and transgress without the stress
For one must express stress and expect less unless the talent is immense if not intense,
I am not delirious but I am Dionysius hence am mysterious this is serious,
I just don’t understand why you have to be oblivious, just like the Apollonian: inside the chamber being insidious.
The heart of a Pharaoh is a volcanic eruption in pure motions with an immense emotion: harden heart; explosion of the nobles, corrosion of the omens. The token and the devotions of the old man’s if not the poets.
On that sea or shore, battledore, napoleon: conquistador,
Lord Dionysius is always bloody thirsty; carnivore forevermore , for I implore on that mysteries explore.
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