i planned hard to write a book to get it down and make it work.
i'd stand tall on mountaintop with some shit truth that'd make you stop. ( maybe you would say something smart and fitting that wouldn't had come to you otherwise.)
they'd learn Wise with words i'd shined to polish perfect, to leave them blind.
much like buddha, or was it arjuna maybe jesus christ in his prime, jesus christ before he died.
with krishna breasts and Four thousands regrets i wrote and failed like david koresh.