Extra Special Average

 Extraordinary people, beget mundane followers succumbed; 

thenever their mind, the humble shall ordain thus said wrong. 

Being savage, the cultured Goat, tries to cause-pray entombed 

in Wolven clothing. Ironing their maiden-voyage of combs 

and hair-splice confusions, cheeky devils, loving God by a tongue; 

getting over the Jordan, on the other Elysion field discontinued-prolong!! 

Only the Masters of Self, shall know beyond Good/Evil in its womb... 

Little pebbles, trying to be Mountains, never lumping together, stand-alone -- 

whense Solitary, the Individual happens, avant-garde decadents gossip astray! 

Astor, where did you leave your red light, -- sell your body of Christ, to atone '

for the sins, you never done, but culturally a priori, gently a gentric sentri-bone; 

the Intelligentia left-over the meadow and jumped the cuckoo for the blight-Stray. 

The Cat, who walked alone, ate the cold porridge and hot takes of On-Cray... 

The Tribunale Enclave of the deuce fatale, playing both sides of the coin for the crown.

Resentiment for yours betters, then the cake pieced together the bingelist of Average 

ExtraSpecial Nonpersonalised constructs of vectors, also known as freedom-fighters. 

Why do radicals need names, like they could be taken by any flag or box hostage?? 

How many claims has Nietzsche and none of the faculties account him inside on stage; 

unless some careful consideration is done down the orthodox manor. Woke shines brighter,

in his navels gaze, but offends, if you care to walk past unintender, without a mind of sighters!!

How could the golden city have been left undiscovered and its value trodden upon outraged? 

Prophets need no freedom but possession of their ideals, to go out of the crowds; inside the den!! 

Just as Jesus was tossed by the Holy Spirit, into the wilderness, before He became Superman; 

so does the new Nietzsches on the block, Zarathustra their moral values thus and then... 

Transfigurating their constructs, to echo the next Narcissistic Cannibal from Fryday to Glen; 

The Sabbath will carry its own weight of the leaf over the decimal point. on the hour of Fam; 

the Woke shall scatter, to just point thingers on the consequence, they never abjured -- A Ham 

will knuckle bar a fight, for the kosher in your loins and weighty spiritual envoyage Zeitgeist-blend. 

Unfazed by the awesome-saucers, who have to gawk after any pity party, what could run the show; 

the true vigilante dost need Extra Special Average, to telltale his broken taillights for the Fairy, 

who has been adjacent to Treason, thus cast out of the lot... Abrams Tanks saving Abrahams cow, 

for the deeds done to Lot and Gomorra, to the maidens, married from the Hills, watchers bow-- 

Everybody wants to be Good, nobody pays the asking price, to feed Liberty its blood and dairy 

prophets, who heared odna baba-yaga govarila -- guerilla Che Guevara, favilla-deus illa- plainly. 

Contemplating, why dost Picachus face smile like Mona-Lisa, is he transplaining God or P.O.V.?