“My thoughts are my tongue,
I create reality with what I utter.
My spirit is my bodies living,
Within my creations strata.”
The wind is my friend
But in the end it will depend on God
Solid objects move when I speak the word from above.
Their making you pay for products that will drive you outsane
I can see the power which guides my body when I’m hung over
Because my body is in such a state that it can not reside within it.
So it hovers around me, until the poison has left my body
Without any poison in my body
I become the power which guides me
Questions is, what is that power?
That power which makes lucipher tremble is…
Here is a clue; he speaks through me, when he is me
And you
The dark beings in lower realms don’t want you to excess
Higher dimensions because they fear your greatness
But you just keep holding yourself back with religious lies
The modern Sanhedrin in the Vatican
Has got you thinking you’re serving God
While you working for Satan
At the price of your souls fee will
Your spirit is working in hell
And your body is a shell in a cell
Lucipher is using it because you refuse to take control
Ooh well, Rest in peace.
But wait, no one rests in hell….
I hunt evil spirits and use up their energy.
They re scared out of their spirits of me
I’m training to defeat their lord next.
To do that ill needs more amo from Christ
I spoke to the leader of the fallen angels
We fought with liquid word swords
When I pulled out Gods double edged sword he fled
Next time I’m o slit his throat and impale his head
Eat his brain, so when the dragon grows another one
Ill abdicate him from his throne
And give the glory to the One.
The mandate is to slay Satan.
With the wisdom within the words we’ve been given
The ultimate weapon and healing.
But I have too much poison coursing within
From the days of my slave being
A wicked women is Satan’s concubine
He uses them to poison the indigo children
To my innocence I return,
4 I die before the age of 31
They killed the chosen one at the age of 33
To give power to their satanic numerology
Pray before the image of his death
And use the force generated to imprison the earth
Drink his blood and eat his flesh deceived
Under an illusion of red wine and bread
And call it good Friday
Forgive these slaves father
Even though they know what they do
I pray…..
