Yesterday I beheld an infant in her infancy

This piece is forged on the blueprints of time,
  it mimes the cries of a child who daily dies,
from the use of abuse which exudes from the hands of a fornicating father
  or mother who tries to hide her battered thighs,
which went too high while she was performing her evil deeds… see…
Yesterday I witnessed an infant in her infancy.
Her infant self seemed to let out an unprotected sneeze,
which could freeze moments in time and conceal both conscious and unconscious minds…

Between her sneeze she seemed so pleased,
her googoo gaggas seemed to mean…
"Mind over matter is what my mind indwells when nothin else matters.
Mind over matter is what my mind indwells when nothin else matters,
when there is a war in the world of minds wearing black belts and the ice melts
and streams flow on cheeks like fingers on velvet
and the 31st in line stomachs the August Dust and busks in hunger and busks in hunger and…"
Her message was proudly brought to u by Black August all the way through to white December,
and I swear I saw father christmas as an illuminati member,
braking new years resolutions on valentines day and mid june apartheid was resurrected and
         murdered again with much rage, without Mandela's peace…
Yesterday an infant spoke a 1000 words… in a language we die… without understanding…