Burrowed in the Furrows of My brow

Burrowed in the Furrows of My Brow are my secrets manifested in the throbbing pulse of Anamorphic chemicals in Lagomorphic creatures;

When I was a child I thought I was the messiah,  Now I think I am the great destroyer.  The most reassuring feeling I had was of being curled up in Gods palm,  The most terrorizing feeling I had was when I found this to be a lie.

The masses treat God like Heroin;  the great sleep.

I treat God like Ayahuasca;  The fathomless deep.