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[Mr.
I'm the fire
of the sun
The Earth and the combined as one
An energy taking all forms
Blue skies on days, terrible the storms
The one who tears down you adorn
And curses the material things that you
But look up in the sky 'cause I am the
And the light empowers your flesh as you yawn
Strong, so
Lif better known as a foe
The deity glow into my center
I bet you feel pleasure and as you enter
The tormenter, pleaser, embracer,
As skeleton crush
physical turns into gelatin plus
Due to over
You
I you back to the earth soil to quench the turmoil
When the ground
To swallow of corporations and
Give to rocks
So we can have solid on which to walk
Stand strong and
And write down in chalk on the side walk

"The lurks and my heart irks for the hell
Look into the eyes of a who fell" -----> Buckshot
"The devil and my heart irks for the hell
Look the eyes..."

Allah]
My orbits
Around nine of forces
Ominous metaphorics in of devil corpses
order, mad scientist slash author
Present the type of horror boils your holy water
Get warped with the knowledge that folds the father
Hard become toys inside the real saga
So why
My whole lines is harder
So the drama
We all know science is smarter
I set off crowds, wild like a circus
I seek through souls I walk past churches
praise you, stay true to a devout purpose
Seeking out the wherever the God searches
Flows I embark and leave your squadron shadow dodging
assault men' like slugs that fill harkness
No option, narrow
Fucking with god is straight gambling with your tarot

[Ikon the
Open the gates of
For the fangs the flesh
Three cyborgs who Bang like
We hang the
Spit venom until your face
Yet the are parasitic like a tape worm
The hate burn, the urn of a Buddhist
Snake turn and fake yearns the kiss of
We take with knives steady abusing ya
the vicious intentions of denting your uvula
Bruising ya with text of a class
Ikon will into shards of glass
To reform into a whirlwind of
Then reborn into the Hologram
A solemn man plans to intwine matter
Mind splatter from the of my divine hammer