There once was a humanity that came to be by nature.
The ape to caveman, man. Does the “Squatch-man,” exist.
Can you breathe in into my soul, but I have none.
The gorilla, the vast body factor.
Nature genocide, but we still have big muscle.
Our history is a beautiful, obliterated and burnt story.
The scrolls of time, erased.
The monster persist, in all-ultimate. (Devoured).
The child. The jewel.
The kingdom of Buddha.
Welcome to the project.
You’re either in, or you’re out.
I need to run back, to the native land.
We will sing. We will chant.
The drum to the gold empire.
The “Arc,” was a tremble.
“Hoo – Yah!”
Hypno, never comes back.