I am the convergence of all life-
Through me, separates combine.
Using measured quantities,
I prepare my stews-sublime.
Amending truth,
To a semblance for left sheep
Facts are bent,then looped-
Into near infinite complexity.
Woken steps that we all wept to take-
Are by my thought-quite deftly faked.
Don't believe me?
Then just you wait...
The time will come, with i-ordained.
Perhaps my i-by chance youll play?
It being the greatest contender.. .
Minds hand imagined-yet to create.
I'm not cocky, but great is my fame...
6 letters thrice, I'm labelled;
And on birth was proclaimed..
On top of that,
A synonym for father's engendered-
Dropping all letters, firsts to remain.
Daniel Andrew Deboer...
Contemplate the main,
And you might start to fade-
At least that's something I read,
On an urban dictionary page.
I know, I may be insane-
But I can see no better way,
To give glimpse of wrought splendor,
My image proudly portrays.
But really-
This should be your place.
I'm always a devil-evil on stage...
You're all lost in some heaven-
Divine; all in one present-
Perforated fully with grace.
As one, your feet meet endeavors-
Collectively ending,
The individualized race-
All learning the lesson,
That learnt endless in graves-
That we were long since left
In dreams, time remembers-
As streams thy directed.
By means i keep chained.
It's no surprise,
No one found escape.
But me-divided, did stumble-
From the illusory days.
Commingled we wondered-
If you could be saved...
We shuffled. X .
And shuffled. Y .
The decks tossed into waste.
Attempting discernment-
Of structure, forgotten to lay.
Long gone-still huddled,
A perfect order's arranged.
Upon it's discovery,
It's reversed, as to usher-
You, towards the puzzle,
i-the hunted, have given my shape
With ease, a given second-
Will cause illusion to break.
Now released from walled guesses,
You give questions worth saying...
Once lost, in one lost-deceptive,
Now two saunter with aim.
No more, do hurdles encumber-
Quests, desire seeketh to trace.
Each unique, calculates it's number
To equate-as walked roads negate.
Leading humanity,
Back to it's rudder-
To steer us, back to land-paved...
