Mayhem

Chimera
I will present you with this fornication
Something in space time is logically ill
What can be seen in the rear view mirror
Expectancy was a Mephisto's gasp,Your past was never quite there
There was nothing that loose in the constituents of your substance
It does indeed exist in parts of your
neural commitments to the mind body, Or does evil exist?
There was always something paranoid in the
ways she behaved in your guilt
Conclusions are never to be trusted
You are not dead, You never existed, You are not dead
Her devotees were never that pure, Pure existence
was never arbitrary, Not in my convictions of the truth
She gave the demon seeds life, The necessity of the game given
Displayed a virtue unseen in you