Deep Cover

Despite My Deathly Titles,
We all want death and a title.
My obituary is title, achievements and death.
My genius is freedom and inventory less death.
My striving is not my pain, my struggle or my painfully laboured breath.
Despite my deathly titles,
I am not striving to kill.
Despite my demure insecurity,
I am not struggling to thrill.
Despite your season in hell,
Hell is only struggling to feel.
When they hate your love so it dies struggling to feel.
Materialism is growing hungrier as it struggles to feels.
Genius only grows kinder as it struggles to reel.
Genius will not dare befriend in a struggle.
When friendship is a question genius vowed not to answer.
Home can only find you seeking if you vow is not to steal.
Genius is ready made and evil's answer is to steal.
Genius fosters enlightenment and evil's reply is to kill.
God asks for repentance and evil's excuse is to kill.
God crosses the valley of death when evil wishes to kill.
A cross can be crossed if it enslaves to kill.