very ruff draft
The trace elements in his sentences are a testament to the perfectionist penmanship...
..you couldn’t decode the encoded glyph’s, so under a lunar eclipse he took its prints then mixed a luminous tattooed ink from the days of the Sphinx
Your imagination too narrow, in a Masonic room under my castle I strengthen my bone marrow by eating the bone marrow of long dead pharaohs
Your imagination is too narrow from his tower of Babel the Pharaoh kills two sparrows with one arrow, he now rocks feathers on his apparel
He can imagine the unimaginable, He now calls upon the supernatural with mix mineral granules to make this night magical
in the tabernacle of his chapel time unravels, it’s a go for “Project Snatch Adam’s Apple ” Your imagination is too narrow
