A Wraparound of Fakery

I am not the mathematician,

I am Jesus, I’ve been beaten and hung on the cross.

I am Queen Victoria of the Great Kingdom

which is of Australia, you don’t know your math

I am Mother Earth.

I am a conduit as a higher-up in government

I am the over soul,

but I can’t find a roof or a homeless shelter to live in.

I had a stroke and can’t move my left side

I’m Jesus and heal quickly but

they keep voodooing me so it makes it impossible.

I slept on the beach last night with a nice person

I’m trying to be Zen, but others are being vampires—

so we’re twin flames. I’m very, very old,

I was born in 1692—you put the math together.

I am Natalie Wood, she is a gypsy

We are the wraparound, leave us alone.

I can kill humanity, I can drop a man with a gun,

or without a gun—so you tell me.

And because of The Portal Of Light, I don’t need drugs.

I’m saying more than I should,

I’m going to move to the upper world.