Oblivion Lung

As we approach this single frozen moment in a point in time

I'm reminiscing over clovers of quadratic kinds

I'm thinking back to every narrow miss and harrowed time

Every fated archer taking aim to let the arrows fly

I still evaded all the jagged heads that whistled past

Magic missiles threading through the needles that the heavens cast

You call it fortune but I sermonized the masterclass

Shattered all the javelins that travelled toward my mental mass

My grey matter attracts catastrophes

I duck and weave, mental tactics, no concussions, please

The plot'll thicken, within hallowed halls a prophet dreams

But each apostle pays the cost to Mephistopheles