very rough draft

King Author

 The trace elements in his sentences are a testament to the perfectionist penmanship... 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

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