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Jul 2020
Call me the tinman no hearts when I dump a cannon standing
Amongst the ****** corpse absorb the energy source
Sun tzu Genghis hassles make souls wrassles gat you
Got ya eyes stiff as a statue pat you bloods seeping
Through the eyes of a demon scheming no dreaming
Freddy Crueger counter part my darts cause sparks
Time fly space age zooming skies magnify evilness eyes
All on the innocent no repentance standing on Satan's Senate
Feel me though darkness lighted through candles scandals
Told let the pyromancy fold all of the trolls hidden scrolls
Of wisdom solomon controlled the spirit platforms art forms
Causing hell storms ***** of fire menace infinite desire
Words barbwire carves through liars squeeze minds to a plier
Strained thoughts frivolous moth broke from heavens cloth
Devil bounds hellhounds traveling on my tails holy grail
I sipped so let the fear of spells sail another story to tell
I'll never fail flippin' off the mental scale pain heavy as whales



Sacred rachets spit to a hachet religion impacted
Pacifist lyricist cycle rhymes to a crisp styles abyss
Deeper than ***** cant push me word to these *******
I gut you then reconstruct your body I'm cashew
Sick as the bird flu watch out for the hateocracy crew
Blades knives to brass knuckles smiles with no chuckles
So buckle ya belt leaving welts on ya membrane *******
Visionist certified idiot spilling and spinning drill bits
Holy use the swords of Michael envision suicidal
Thoughts swarming dark figures lurking the morning
Nothing but Ravens and crows at the front of ya door
Waiting for more excited the stories of war infused gore
Too ******* graphic as a Roman Catholic alcoholic
Drunk of the rhymes placed by father time Saturn
Retrace my patterns found an old whale oiled lantern
Invoke the pastures green mean take sips of the lean
Flask with no ski mask once I perform the task
Murders welded into the brains of the insane grains
Picked off the books of life stuck on strife my wife
Was dead born kin to the children of the corn adorn
By black flying creatures of the night standing height
Twenty feet or better sunshine but it's gloomy stormy weather
Bloodline of King Yashayah
Written by
Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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   Imran Islam and Aer
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