I was under Lucifer's command,
It feels free until the quick sand,
of boozing and the drug taking,
and of little morals that remain

He promised me, sweet whispers
I'll become a  new born Nephilim,
As I realized my life was destroyed,
was my less whole bull-crap of story.

His own commanders of one here,
A Virus I cannot rid myself of tears,
Awoken Jesus's  now re-appearance
and I realize now to face to the fears.

I said verbally horrible things
when I was very intoxicated
I take full responsibility,
But not of a Virus's.
You are not a child of Jesus's
but I am sorry for the children
who weep, I tosh to turn to sleep.
I hurt some of the of the innocent
and now God swallows me
until I can release from the deep.