u/DoubleSupremeBean

Description:

At the cost of having half of my aura nodes closed for twenty-four hours after activation, I can materialize a closed dark indigo lotus flower that draws in and absorbs all manner of energy present in the environment up to a certain advent of radial space, and transmutes it into one that is viable for use by myself in any manner that I deem fit, whether that be for attack, healing and restoration, or as proxy of my own energy for the use of techniques.

At the cost of having the other half of my aura nodes closed, and not only a twenty-four hour recovery period applied to the set of these nodes in particular, but an additional one compounded onto the first set as well, I can then have the lotus bloom fully; the flower retains the absorption ability from before, however, in this instance of its use, it does not create energy that I can utilize in such explicit ways like previous; instead, from the stamen of the flower is produced and dispersed a pollen, which exists as a medium comprised of alchemic spores, capable of rendering metaphysical rules null and void, that bonds and fuses with to assume, annex, and assimilate into its advent of existence whatever instance of matter, energy, and space being in any manner occupied by or making physical contact with it, thus endowing to me full manipulative control over the subatomic molecular particle properties and structures, prevailing to the entirety of their individual inherent and specific facets, such as size, volume, default organic compositional and existential nature, kinetic temperament, and arrangement, of entities subject to these conditions. I command the movement of this pollen via telekinesis.

I'm putting on a mental clinic for mind-bending hoes into a brain-dead state,

Stressin' 'em to breaking like a bench under a fat bitch's weight,

Sinkin' dimwits' battleships like Admiral Nimitz,

Rippin' tears in 'em grievous, reprieve is off-limits,

I got a 'mind-to-pen' quantum hyperlink that's madder than the Hatter,

And like a bariatric bitch I can't help but get fatter(phatter),

I'm rapping Archangel Michael Clark Duncan these donuts in the lake of fire,

Droppin' 'em like bad habits as I butterfly-glide to planes on higher,

Making heads roll right onto the funerary pyre,

Enacting an onslaught, and scoring a triple-hit multi-plier,

As I do this shit to death clammy, like a spoiled-rotten ham be,

Fricassee it on a spit like an emcee Gordon Ramsay,

So hand me the trophy, I'm about to drop a bell-ringer,

I'm sorcerous,

I mold and twist, the soul of this, like a Fullbringer,

My cerebral quotient's anomalous, so low foes abhor it,

I reign(rain) and douse on to melt 'em in my spit hydrochloric,

Acid,

A sick massacre is on tap to run like a red river,

Horseman is stormin' and got yellow-belly lily liver little bitches shakin' in a full shiver,

Their sum of being adds up to nothing but the likes of years-old, moldy breads,

Their futures ring sleepy hollow so now off with their heads,

I'm dealing the death phase assured to the cosmic just like gamma rays,

And the wholly unworthy crumble as their half-a-life decays,

I'm a lyrical Kaiju, stompin' all on goofy goobers like grapes,

Matrix-flipkickin' the shit of niggas' piss-poor scriptins in like the Nixon tapes,

It's a watershed moment, I'm flooding the gates,

Peasants want some prime beef? Then I'm dishin' out fat bitch plates,

And they got a shot not, 'cause their plot is fraught with poor encodin',

I'll slice 'em thin with precision like my first name is Lizzy, and last is Borden,

I'll lay 'em into the ground and inter them where forever they'll stay,

Then walk away and go on to smoke another Tupac lite in all the same, live-long day,

So bozos better not dream of attack, with all their clown selves lack,

'Cause I'll cull and shred a weak strain of grain like Dave Mustaine will knock back a twelve-pack,

It's Megadeth for unbelievin' heathens, I'm touchin' rot to their stock,

Such is their fate in the wake of one almighty, just call me Ywhach,

And thus be the decreed writ of wit from one Dope Emeritus,

Now I hand 'em the length of rope,

For them to cope with how oh so unfair it is.