We are the anointed one,
Hide with us from the wrath to come!
We have prophets
Pastor's
Priests..
Yes
In them
You'll find relief..
Now risen from the grave
You no longer will be slaves..
We can tell you what to do..
With the blood
We drink anew..
Drink it down
A bitter pill
Great results
When you have your fill..
Follow us
It's much more fun
You can even take it
Up the bum..
With seven heads
And many crowns
We can bring the people down..
Murders
From the start
We rebirth
The Ancient art..
He warned you
It would be this way
If from His precepts
You did stray.
I know that our time is short
And from the wheat the chaff is sort...
Burned with unquenchable
Fire...
But don't let on
It's our desire..
We are master's of slavery
With our permission
You can take a pee..
The plan has been a little slow
Now in control
We're on the go..
Infiltrated hearts and minds
Blocked their ears and sent them blind..
Listen to what we say
We are the truth
The life
The way..
The Deception isn't about to stop
We'll have prophets talking rot..
They will fool all
But a few
The remant will know
Who is who.
- Author: Valiantstar (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 23rd, 2024 00:57
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 5
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