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The Sermon of Mr. Brimstone Pt. 3 (The Dark Wisdom of Thunder)
"I'm that feared dark legend
That they whisper about from the streets to the gates of heaven,
"Unbelievers want to deny it, but I'm the living proof
Confirming D-Day when you see red-eyed ravens on the roof,
"The rumble of thunder from the coming storm
Keeps it black as hell through the mid-day morn,
"The method to the madness-there's no answer
It infects everything like a deadly cancer,
"Murders and the sick seek me out for dark wisdom
While those locked down send me praises from prison,
"But we all are prison housed raped, filled with liquid regret
Nursing our pulsating womb that was left slimy and wet,
"You can consider this days of the terrorist life
Leaving us emotionally fucked like an abused wife,
"Now feel how my Brimstone ways manifest trouble
Having motherfuckers eat period pussy and blowing a red bubble."
That they whisper about from the streets to the gates of heaven,
"Unbelievers want to deny it, but I'm the living proof
Confirming D-Day when you see red-eyed ravens on the roof,
"The rumble of thunder from the coming storm
Keeps it black as hell through the mid-day morn,
"The method to the madness-there's no answer
It infects everything like a deadly cancer,
"Murders and the sick seek me out for dark wisdom
While those locked down send me praises from prison,
"But we all are prison housed raped, filled with liquid regret
Nursing our pulsating womb that was left slimy and wet,
"You can consider this days of the terrorist life
Leaving us emotionally fucked like an abused wife,
"Now feel how my Brimstone ways manifest trouble
Having motherfuckers eat period pussy and blowing a red bubble."
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