“Bibliographic(+#x-=) “

My dirt isn’t a secret the destiny I’m journeyed, is bibliographic. Who I am in the dark is what inspired the light in me which is love. After what happened to the poetically great 2 Pac Shakur; stop calling myself epoch. Epoch, still dirt then left in the streets for 3 days before being resurrected. Stop wondering why a fresh whiff of bread freshly baking at a factory takes thoughts away driven out in oceans. Plenty of fishes in the seas plus great white sharks surrounded me. Cherubim came forth since I’ve never seen you; travelled the equator now traveling through the tunnel via realm. Shockwaves via frequencies that sparks spiders senses, even from distant places near and far no color line plus none racist. This is my Era of bibliographic. Rich orchid fragrance all spices, rooms were filled with sweet aromatic scented oils. Such pleasantries feelings sentence me to the oasis of sanctuary. I’ve metamorphosis then engulf into a Phoenix. Unveiled the destruction of the lips via speaking ill of some. Well crafted + well planed # planted x brethrens sum sistrens= trifling behaviors. *Exousia*