Mt. Bliss

This is the chance I've been waiting for,
I am the guy I've been looking for,
blessed with the gifts that I've been praying for,
ready to prosper in the love on war,
falling asleep after fighting it,
made not a peep after writing it,
pitching my tent on the highest peak,
so by the time you're upon me you'll be too weak,
to pilfer my valuables,
heart and head among them,
instead I stop my heart,
and unscrew my head,
keep turning the other cheek,
counter-clockwise-intuitive-in-spite,
power my rig off of Ben Franklin's kite and key,
with my pungi, I charm cobra strikes of lightning into biting me precisely,
copper fang extension chords of lightning lords,
hiss bliss into my contemplative abyss.