Lyrical Lobotomy

As you read, you find yourself subversively inclined to change...

"Lyrical Lobotomy"

Let me take you on an odyssey,

A journey.

I am a Lyrical Sonographer.

Audibly presenting to your senses,

Sentences of words, and verbs that sit absurdly arranged behind my mind's eye.

Consistently consisting of literary devices,

Didactically intact,

Developing this informative syntax.

Let me take you on a voyage,

The final frontier.

I am a lyrical suture,

Stitching words out of place, closing blank space on paper.

I respect the person who reads this with discernment.

But the transeunt effects of my writings,

Still inflect the intellect of most my common readers.

Let me take you on a Pilgrimage,

A crusade.

I am the word made flesh.

From my lungs manifest your destiny.

Pray these words, offered up to me,

Lest you fall prey to these words, struck down on one knee.

This verse's inception alludes the connection,

To a lesson not spoken, unheard.

Let me take you on a Trip,

Destination unknown.

I am a Bandit.

I just high jacked your brain, 

And rerouted your train of thought.

Leaving God behind, rewind to a time defined by nothing.

A blank canvas mind rests, staring back with blank eyes,

Swayed by my every suggestion.

Now defenseless, you forfeited your senses complicitly. 

Supplementing your better judgment unwittingly,

Gleaned from what's inscribed above.