I still here and wait for change.
I sit here,I rearrange.
I sit here,make sure it’s all perfect.
I’m going viral, my angelic spiral.
The spiral of nothing redundant, nothing less than universal perfection
I am angelic carnage, science fiction truly incarnated.
Can you handle what this lore has in store?
Can you handle change of your story.
Can you sit, and rearrange?
Waiting until I can stand Once again
To fulfill true destiny,my perfection, soul unity.
I’m not from earth, im, not from mars. I come from the distant stars, , ,
I am all which is a surprise. Angelic carnage. I’m on the rise.