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Oct 2021
Punished by the graved signs, served as a sin amongst mankind,
Cant seem to find the sunshine, cuz all of the darkness posed as kind,
Now I'm looking at the savior, for the heavenly signs, but it's all in my mind,
Beast comes in many forms, ain't no one design, I broke ties to the shrine,
Golden heart, pure as a ******, see the evilness splurgin', instinct urgin',
Hard to find love with all this sin, while we living, backwoods and bottles of gin,
releasing uncontrolled d'jinns, recycling hateΒ Β  love and murders deep within,
Worlds on the curve of a perdition, demons let out of the cage, prime mission,
Rome still pitchin', jesus is love and love is jesus, but they killed the fetus,
Of normality, spread lies and rumors, folks stuck in a state of abnormality,
Fatality, of common sense been on the fence, of the conscious,
Unboggled nonsense, I keep tension clenched, like knots in ropes,
Hard to cope, the people when they expose to new different sequels and sigils,
See I'm here to lead you, to valley of the terse souls, expose the show,
This ain't nothing new, same day same centuries, we just reliving through,
The matrix, where they stay playing tricks, to ya mind, leech poisons like ticks,
That sticks to ya brain cells, it ain't hard to tell, I guess I'll just continue to fail,
Every since I dipped my hands, in the holy grail, saw heaven and hell parallel,
Size by size, I began to realize, devils and gods, been breaking ties,
I close my eyes, set my soul deep in thought, and let it visualize,
Travel to another dimension, destiny free away from this lost humanity,
Tragedy struck the earth, no comets no floods, just space pacing the grudge,
Skin the color of fudge, after life gambles, now facing the shadowed judge,

Heir to King David', speak more facts than affidavits, critics hate it,
the real crave it,  
I'll engrave it, deep in ya melon, not even the politicians could save it,
I'll pave it,
Deep into they hearts, with no razor sharp, just let my poetry darts, string harps,
A smooth tune, and soon, theyll be consumed, by the vessels of doom,
I'll still touch the soul from my tombs, return back to the earth, my original womb,
Mother nature, glad to crate ya, im the before and after, math new age blood bath,
See death gets the last laugh,
Cold hearts draft, numb the pain of the reign, that's love to move domains,
I wreck society, with my poetic crane that swings back and forth, again,
What's it worth to gain, a soul for a few golds, made of sands valuable?
Check the the lost books, of the Torah, but most will ignore tha,
Factz hidden in plain sight, they smoke fake ****, with no seeds,
I'll just let knowledge bleed, til it fillls the earth's gravity feed,
That people need, but too many chasing false wills of deeds,
I got no patience, for wickedness sick of this, fake success indeed,
Celebrities posed as culprit, pinnacles of success, but I see there stressed,
Souls of the weary, cant buy ya life back, once a split, open see them crack,
They going through phases, ******* out to the world, spawn of evil, that swirls,
Bloodline of King Yashayah
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Bloodline of King Yashayah  26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth
(26/M/Hell on Earth Since Birth)   
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