Mona Lisa

Was torn and sick in the past But thanks to this when I spit I'm warm in winter at last The roaring splinter was as thick as a bat But it wouldn't stick for the quickest minute because my vision is vast The man within is a bouldering beast Born in the feast of we to be eaten by the smoldering breeze Don't focus on me Focus on them The hopeless and weak who rot in defeat at the feet of the stem In we we depend We defend the meat of our friends With peace at the end We see through the demon offense I'm seeking through sense dense as the deepest of when I'm peeking through men's fence when I'm breathing it in I've seen where you've been I've seen it and it's not where I sit I see again and its meaning is the spot where I spit My breathing immense I'm seeing how the plot never twist I'm breathing it in The thoughts of the god that you missed