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Dec 2021
New age space ghost, alien host, no need to hold a toast, suckas quick to boast,
At me but they, only end up in a roast, I'm in the lineage of the gods, against odds,
You'll see me making evens, who do you believe in, marks of slashes receiving,
The beast system within, six aligned with the midnight, iight, taking heights,
Once the hail mary, ups my hype, I see Elijah  walking with, Eli amongst the fire,
My soul desire, the thirst of higher, power seraphim showing me, hellish realms,
Coals touched my lips, purified the grips, over my sins, posed a mental eclipse,
I let the ships, sail away no delay,
Every body gotta price to pay, rich to poor, peace riots, to melees, now say,
A prayer from the holy scripts, I let the last blood of my soul drip, into the skylines,
Tingles all over my spine, baptized in Jesus's blood lines, it all lines,
To the days, of these ways, government stuck in they sinful ways, I daze,
At the sun, and the stars, I saw life on Mars, swords, of glowing bars, afar,
Battles been, going on for centuries, since the days, of dawning humanity,
Walking amongst the dead, I saw many a blood baths, that was shed, over my head,
I red, the darkness consumes the light, but meanwhile, I'm still tryna fight,
The evil against the evil, laying curses to sigils, everyday is a new sequel,
Yo I'm close to my doomsday, yearning for the people's, souls put on layaway,
While they partying everyday, I see the demons plotting right this way,
Money here, and money there, but steadily looking, at their rights taken away,
Homeless men and women, ain't nothing but angels, positioned within,
Judging the sins, heavy weighs upon the crown, of the earth, a failed birth,
Aborted peace, walk the valley of the beast, from the west to the east,
Ain't no **** peace, too many shells release, feel the heartbeat increase,
Scents of the deceased, taking back over the earth, cries out to the holy father,
But why bother, most is stuck like a cotter, pin, feel the breeze, but it's no wind,
Im setting trends, traces for the end, times a king walking on a thin line,
Reclaim my throne, that was last back in the timeline, I'm living life backwards in time,
Only way to forwards, is if I replay my past life, that died away, cuz I had page a way,
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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