Critic

I love to paint the ages one universe at a time
Eager to scan the pages Where the spirit reads my mind
Code and ideology unite to form a purpose
Wanton cemagoguery is nothing more than a curse
With visions of the next twist Destiny yanks your ear
One second and you will miss What only aged souls can hear
Not aged by the painting But lusty posing as well
So many souls are fainting leaving no one else to tell