Belong To The Hieroglyph

Running this world with a blind fold on....

waiting for the perfect storm.

The gathering brush of ancient children.

The manna leaf grows wild on the tree of Ei.

The psalms of our alien king shall be passed....

down to the blood line of the children of man,

shall not discuss or follow.

Our trail of kings shall burden the meek of this earth.

I'll stain with the red paint on the doors of the alien breed.

That shall be enough a blessing for you.

The ones of the king.

In this white chapels I'll draw illuminating circles.

The moon and I; are one for this trifecta.

Alms for the poor that is the human race.

The chess game is over and the invasion is on.....

the dominion shall maintain control henceforth. 

Dogmas of sinners shall be purged from this world.

Entitled fools shall kneel and be slaughtered.

The wealth of one's soul shall overcome.

All the passages have come to pass.