my heavenly father & the future Ms President Dior

my heavenly father & the
future Ms President Dior
can have the booty & the
the fat of the lamb, I'll
take the souls,

after a long hiatus in a pit
with a rock over it & a
snout wrapped in gliepnr
too tight to breathe, when
a bear with an itchy bum
wake up, he is hungry,

my father with the eagles
meowing on his liver taught
a pack to make the earthquake
to regenerate the true gods,
Loki - Jehovah, Jormungandr -
Samson, Hel - Joshua, &
Sleupnr who was the key part
of the ribbon that bound the
weight of a thousand ages on
the young pup the Feris wolf,
his brother still yet a worm,
cast to the cauldron of the
boiling depths & churning seas,
hooked by the one who's hammer
hallowed an aeon of bossoms,

now, the black god called thor,
drowning in the venom as he
was near drowned as a yet worm,
Fenrir coujuled into a feast of
his sister Sleipnr, soon to eat
the god who gave his left eye
to know the day he would meet
his fate in the brother of the
horse Odin rode to her last day
before they fed her under
chicanery to her brother the
wolf, the no down father of
Hati & Skoll, running down
the sun & the moon as no
doubt Odin had no chased to
the day of the last stand in
ragnarok,

booyah, here is comes, body,
fine, molting, in progress, can
see it day by day now even
with no appetite & diet of near
just liquids, if Bobbi Lashley's
fathers & grand fathers had to
pay a toll of broken wrists &
ankles to get his schwag, oh
ya, two shattered feet, near
losing both in a 70KM 36 hour
walk, oh ya, in the last few
days my body has begun to
mount up, if shattered feet &
ankles created Lashley & the
BiG Show as a son of Rednecks,
we'll see how the bean stalk
sprouts,