Little Wolfgang's in his feelings like a deadhead

  Positively black like an OG neanderthal but he’s still too young

  Ancient fetus, ages in ice and metamorphosis

  Six in the cold, eleven is red hot perfection, Son of Man coming for the second time

  Still one but his mood different

  A heptagon come to square the globe

  Connoisseur back for seconds

  No local delicacies the blooming side of Bethlehem this time

  Rome had a chance, speared it, Red Water.

  The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

  “I know I am a king, stand on my shoulder I can see, ain’t know that I could leave”

  I know I’m a king so birth the queen persona real quick

  Athena with the quips, off Ares with the blades, cut deeper with the words then its back to smithing with ronin mystics in the woodlands

  Greatest under the sun covered

  Sabbath so little Wolfgang baths with the moon in the water

  Esteemed Moondog then its back to the Sunbather

  Deaf is heaven but earth listens

  God too happy for little Wolfgang’s shit

  Tyler the only Creator who ever gave a shit.