The thought matrix unveiled
|My deepest apologies,
It seems now,
All of your Odd have been freed.
Que cera or,
However that goes.
Know their God, Soverign, and free.
Dont ask the rabbit about time,
Anxiety stifles his flow.
Oz sold out like,
A cosmic flash.
Illuminating the dark land of the old.
When you open your eye,
To see through the veil.
You find that all of their glitter,