So, 4 a poem starter

I identify as a martyr

Don't matter what weather on Earth

No task good 2 do whether it worth

I live for higher love

I know I riser above

Any other on the blue marble I live

So I gain power with the rusty shiv

I chose to be the devil for my God

That why I b so odd

Because patterns mean nothing to me

Yet don't you witness my own mastery

Of I that I call a self

Anatta taught my 'I'

CIA agent on "t;" fly