One night in brighton

Still no change,
His thinking mind remains the same,
This God inside is lazy with pride,
He's soon to learn,
That he no longer commands,
The powers of the nine,
Nothing but a grain of sand,
In the immortal time line.

Half an hour passes while he waits.

Distant shores an obvious start,
If you want to live the life of a,
Distant star,
It all started when the ship capsized,
We were looking for life jackets,
He had one,
She had one,
But there was none in my size,
Still though,
We prevail,
We together form a race,
That will never fail,
As to a purpose,
well,
It seems its a secret,
If you or your mother works it out,
Be sure to keep it!!
Hush!!

Then confusion, surrounded the mind.

Are,
Who,
Is,
You,
Going,
To,
Be.
My Biatch?
Be his girl then,
Makes more sense,
I'm a murderous bastard,
evaded of,
What is it they say?

Common sense.

And the list goes on.....