I watched him unfold his anger
Solemnly like the Solemn Mass
The night before Jesus
Was murdered...

I watched him plow his fist
Into the succulent parts of
My body, as he left marks
As never before seen...

Then he took turns driving and
Drilling his manhood down the
Path of my Immaculate soul...

I tried to hold my breathe, catch up
With it immediately as fast as I could
But he kept outrunning my frail gait
Even as I unlocked levels of unknown
Energy ***** imbedded in my bowels...

Hmm, alẹ burúkú Esu gbà omi mú...

That night, you see that very night
Left a thousand shards of piercing Memories that keeps flashing through
My mind with the speed of light...

The devil wasn't there, it was a man
The same man that was formed
In the garden of Eden...