No more potion

Like a creature, my nails suddenly grown long.
Parasecting the crystal, the nug. Digging the inner.
I guess Parasect is my second pokemon, then.
I saw it in the manga, and it’s wizard mushroom cap.
How about that… The alchemist pokemon.
My dream, is to catch ….. Now, to take over the world.

Spiraling down. Down to the muk card. What of essence.
Oh, the humanity. What of, is this mankind. Who would of let, to become.
Ash would say, and the other heroes.
Tauros, of the silver bone. Evolved in dire sake, a bullet in it’s body.
The day; the stories. The fights. All there ever were was fights.
Though, we are within the apex of our humanity in our technological ingenuity.
But humanity, like ants, but to a false queen.
All that is done is what is. What about the ant with the wings.

The control. The center of our world. Our humanity, our Mankind.
Hidden. A secret. Never even to be asked.
The world, HAS to be in the hand, of someone.
Someone that’s on the loose, the essence of hell itself.
An enemy, of how many thousands of years in the making.
We the people. Lost in the fishbowl.
The birthright to humanity, stolen. Sliced under their belly.
Born, to be slaves. And when a hero arises, to be dead.

Bruce Lee, wanted to take over humanity, with his hand.
“With ‘OUR’ hands.” He would of said.
The heart of the ‘Champion of Man.’
Him and his yellow glorious jumpsuit.