Analysis of One Angel

i go into a daze, doing what i was instructed, the angel is following, like affectionate; spirit mayhem, soul massacre, measured, remeasured, needing one endorsement; never turning from the quest, never, unless, many standing at the tribunal, many more are invisible, like Illuminati, so seen, no one can testify.

the plan is getting it out, the inner monster, while preserving its aura, its power, if preventing us from going into madness; the angel is following, i see her face, the mistakes can’t be corrected—unless others permit correction.

usually, one does as learned, unless, some other influence, a 3rd eye, a numen affectation, a crazed soul—Love too damn alluring … like it was said, the game will change, one is coming—removing numbness, spitting like Fire, or returning to the sky soldiers—moving like Kanye, adorable like Kim, trying hard to escape mentions.     

i see Kyrie, i awoke with Gloria, i bend rules, a lethal mind, a class C Protestant; going by a haze, the maze is long, i see more angels—they follow, they touch, the grave woke up.

i walked the labyrinth. i understood the failings. it seems a soul is both happy and depressed simultaneously; can’t fathom the sensations, the blow to sanity, only needing one angel.