Get Behind Me Satan Poem by terry christian ajayi

Helm what u think u can.
But helm nothing pertaining to me.
Let your wits be captive in your thuts.
Keys untouched.
Cos' the Cragger of all goals.
Is captain of this ship.
No anchor, endless sail.
Morever, morever, moreover
Is the constancy with which
Hmmm. U should sleep to my attainments

I Exceeded the brim of my humility
I render plea
I didn't use spit.
My mind's eye didn't conceive it.
Appeals made in the dreams of empty space
With undoubted sentimentality

This goal is concave
Your liquid schemes will only slide over
The Maker of orangutans, I'm his pot
What have u made?
Your existence, lighter than fragments in ma thoughts.

Do Look me eye to eye
Say you are nt envious of hearts
Hearts with peace.
Tell me your not a fan of my met goals

Resist for once, this once.
A gymed face toward goodness. My goodness!
Prince of persia! I'm that uncircumventable cessa, princessa!
Number 5 is far better than S
No thanks but a heaving plea
This goal, gravity is letting it float
This particular goal, every wind vane supports
Satan! This time, have a tan!
And an endless tan!
Just so you may be made white
Maybe!