Perfect circles

Here is a piece i wrote over a year ago thats a bit dark.
 
 
Perfect circles
 
 
the earth is circle.
first will testaments be verbal?
traverse with a working will
a working will without a will to works copus
on gallapogus tortoises, serves as a snorkle
daunted right there
 
I will haunt you nightmares like i care for nothing els
help you share your wealth of self esteam hell
as you fell all's well
i will cull your ilk in stealth
in a stellar state of health
with a celar of spells
heller propel wherever you dwell
aswell as compel forever your treasure to expel
i shall be your successor inwhich you shal never repel
i most nobly impel ravel morels
in flaurel laurels, your possesor, sleep with corals
 
trust you'l contort and adjust the cussed you consort
resort to blush when your crush extorts your lust with brusk retort
clout that pout ya puff
first thoughts to pucker up
a loose blue tooth is the fruits of nuts
& poor raports are much the fuss
tough luck, the clocks ticking quick
does kicking shit brush up enough dust
does it dot to be locked in flumox, it must
suck to be a silly fuck
living like a sitting duck
unwittingly running amuck
illigitimate disidence reticent stuck in a rut
abut hypocrits amongst clement cadence
echoes of decadent edifice
 
nebulous tenebrious evidence
believe the thesis?
"yes", your credulous ex eminence  
recess zenith fencing celestial menaces
the essence of esential ascendance
present past endless repentance, is
probably purgatory, at the best scenescence
no ordinary sentence, swindled until wrinkled up
in sync on the blink thinking of an incubus
evoke emotion amongst folk who'll blink just once
expected gestures of grave danger jestered
a spector said, their you go stranger
handed anscestor theandric earial limbo nexus lingo
straining away in a manger
 
straddling an antic, a man ran quick
lance in hand as if mantled with pedantic gift
at battling a mantic
and grappling the rift
will he rip shot rabble, spit apple pips in lyrics
bedraggle the script with prattle
dabble and depict, a life befit scrabbling in a crypt
beneath the battle, where ill anglist ilk consist
twisted stripped in a trist
will cryptic subsistance exist into resting
destined to vex, standing on the toes it's addressing
severed heads defend my proffesing
they died on the day of my thesbian conception
theyre clever effort to leaven, well aware
the earth is circle
and we were never all there
 
the earth is circle.
first will testaments be verbal?
traverse with a working will
a working will without a will to works copus
on gallapogus tortoises, serves as a snorkle
daunted right there