Nonsense

The day I met the Devil he embraced me with a welcoming fate.
I was five and he materialized under the merry-go-round.
His head was the post under and his horns were the carousel you spin and seat.
Given enlightenment of how the world really is.
To spread the knowledge gifted to me.
Heaven is Hell and vice versa.
I'm living in the wrong time and galaxy.  
Just feels like I'm existing really.  
I’ve walked the planes of time only to discover everything is a figment covering your eyes. 
Brainwashed by world leaders to keep you blind.  
I can show you at least 34 mind control patents.  
Or the inhumane methods of population control.
I can keep going though.
Knowledge will be the death of me.
Because I spread the fucked up shit I read.
Kind of sad really looking at how it is to be.  
No wonder humans can't advance to what they're supposed to be.
Damn why I gotta be stuck on this planet?  
But it’s for a reason I foresaw at three.  
My specific mission is to be a mother.  
To my imaginary friend, I had at three.  
Kasy, who turned out to be my future stepson.  
And to my mini-me.  
Rocking and rhyming whose heart is patched to keep a beat.
But I who worships the Darkside is an advanced spirit I learned. 
It all started with my birth chart read to me. 
Incarnated (deity or spirit in human form).
With a mission to spread Light and Source self-alignment.  
Light is love.
I’m also here to spread empathy.  
Which is understanding the feelings of others.  
If you could feel others’ feelings like me you’d understand the importance of spreading empathy.
I’m a psychic empath.
It’s a gift cursed upon me to feel everyone's feelings.
A high level of intuition.
With a gift to see through the densest thoughts.  
It's like I have a magic wand that moves over everyone and shows me the real intent of people. 
Your eyes are the storytellers that speak louder than words.