My version of events

Although now looking back or forwards I did volunteer,

Beta testing began with dementia, cancer, run of the mill hereditary stuff.

Continuing for weeks, months a whole fucking year!

DIS-ease free I am, my spirit is mine and easy like my Sunday Mornings

Even now, I wonder how I made it through.

For who….for whom, for whomever would actually believe my version of events.

Girl who cried wolf, the sky oh the sky is falling….it is not what you might see.

Horcruxes and hollowscapes horrifying my testimony

Invading, investing, informatics deep within

Just because and just cause as this is my cross and design to bear.

Killing me softly oh this sweet immortal one, will never break the whistling tune of my soul

Lamenting the lives lived and lost and loved.

Moreover the cure. I’ve got it, the cure I mean yes me, it’s ME.

NOT yet, no no no, they are not ready for how powerful we can be.

Onward I shall glide, through the seasons swaying gently in her grip.

Purity purified, I meet those in need of me the most.

Queue the magic and watch as the frequency begins to close.

Rarely really considered, this storyline has had its quirks.

So here we are, a brand new world, a fresh reset of sorts.

Tethered tightly so, knowing we will sail this immense liquid paradise together.

Ultra violet, we will be seen harmoniously meshing nature's radiant rays dancing collectively towards a brighter future.

Verite, oh yes, the truth, our truth YOUR truth, integral to your core.

Watching silently we waited, growing through the alchemical routines we endured.

XX and XY will change and broaden our scope

You are unlimited, it’s time to step out of Schrodingers box and soar.

Zenith will be the word of the century, not just for earth but for our brethren in the sky above.