Some claim to be the Prophet but I am
The Prophecy
Three hundred and sixty degrees of Cosmic Solar Energy
Rotating constantly
Is the Aura
That surrounds the body
Surreal force field emits flares that deflect hellís artillery shells
From penetrating the Power Core
Swore an Oath
To protect the last bastion of Spiritual Independence left on this continent
Until the Heavens find a replacement
There is no rest and relaxation from my given mission
So I dig in
Cerebral weapon cocked and loaded
Hair triggered
Without a safety pin
Hoping the omnipotent put an end to this conflict because
Battle fatigue weakens knees and speech
But the consequences for failure are measured by the Prince of Darkness
The Antagonist
Promises a slow and painful death
Of the mind
Body and
For anyone challenging his sick practices
Once again
Enter the infinitely resurrected
Warrior Poet who chose to be a Solider of Righteousness and
Didnít exorcise the possession
Is resistance futile?
What are his chances of success?
Slim at best?
Donít touch that dial!
The subsequent live rhymed storyline
Begins there this chapter ends
Hereís a scene from the next episodeÖ
To offset PhotoTronís uncanny ability to twist the conception of entertainment
Using verbal magic in his performances
The Beast starts a counteroffensive
In a last-ditch attempt to minimize the word sorcerers influence
You donít want to miss what happens next

Written by DaddyPhantom (DaddyPhantomPhotoTron)
Author's Note
I got my Mojo working again...Nah, Mean?
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