"The Antichrist is a skitzo"

Spirit of love misplaced
demonic aroma lingers in its trace
with no tracks to follow, loves lost its place
with a soulless host, El Diablo reveals His face

With no disgrace in my face and without loves trace how could I deny this fallen angels rightful place?
My body is His temple and my heart is where He stays

obsession through possession
I am comforted by loves rejection
making Love a rejection obsession

Love and all its beauty fuels the fire in my eyes
I love it when you love me, I gently choke your love and grin as it slowly dies
I'm the Arch Angel, cast out of the heavens
welcome my coming disguising triple 6s for sacred 7s