Red marvel

Im the creator and the creation holding a needle while chizzeling peices of my being away until i am shapeless. Staring down a narrow line this statue has to place its feet on to make it to the otherside. Though it embraces its path it questions its existence thinking about all the broken marvel peices that sliped here because even though it holds the needle to forge its features when it peirces to deep the statue bleeds to.
Hand steady 🔨 hammering the back of a point to drive it home like its back from its lifespand a coin in his right hand with every  decision acted apon a wrong flip could leave you cracked on the lawn. And no body respects art now days marvel is just a rock like the one we stand on top of straining taking a squat. Then actually fold tour nose when its harder to breathe i guess we all doubted that marvel can bleed.  
   
Marvel can screem scheme think reason and build war fight destroy weld sew and heal the marvel species togeather holds the architects keys but we're sunken into depression by a sluggish ones greed if we could kill the bills our nature would finally breed creating the new gods with our posative genes or maby im just a clump of marvel coughing its dreams or just another clump marvel that bleeds.  
   
Marvel could be fragile or tough as dead flesh meshing with dull canines or penitration from barrels spitting their nine millimeters of metal spit or tough as the leather grip at the end of a metal stick. Buildings and monuments that represent power over over creation domination of everything our eyes can comprehend inifint potential displayed by these displays from stones ages to this age these apes bleed to reshape this place circling around a circle of fire to turn a perfect orb to a triangular prism confided by watchers. They have the power to carve themselves free but marvel doubt marvel can bleed though they worship themselves another force forces them to fall on there knees i wish that i could turn this all into the space between my thumb and the screen.... Nothing. Or at least find a way to make you percieve that fact yout culture is the death of your creed. The one that actually makes you worthy to be.  
 
Marvel can screem scheme think reason and build war fight destroy weld sew and heal the marvel species togeather holds the architects keys but we're sunken into depression by a sluggish ones greed if we could kill the bills our nature would finally breed creating the new gods with our posative genes or maby im just a clump of marvel coughing its dreams or just another clump marvel that bleeds.