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Dark Demonic Imagery

Spiritual Templar, you've tried to avoid his message but now Here it Goes In You.

The Miracle Phantom that while you sleep he already Syringed your Fascia,
You can't even feel the Surgeon when half you body Parts are Auctioned
to the very Dark you Fathom as the Stars that Adam
and eve touched with their Hearts which Pattern the Gods in Fashion.
I've Brought the Mansion of the rich men to the Wrong side and Passion,
Extracting the sickness within with one Demented Action,
Lost and Panicked Rocks are Fragmented Fractions
So teach new recruits out of view like Pythagoras Did,
If they make it through graduation they see my serpent Like Skin,
After which i lead them to tye edge of a Miraculous Abyss,
Deeper than Anyone that Exists called the madness within that Persist,
I advice my students there is treasure in the Bottom,
and its easy to get down there getting back up is the Problem,
Every Night Before I fall asleep, An Unseen Hand It Plots My Dreams,
A Half Seen Man He Talks To Me and completely And Plans These Cacophonies.
I Ask This Man What Are You Offering, What Can You Offer Me,
if I channel these Schemes, You Have Taught To Me, 
He Smiles Awfully, Laughs Haughtily And Then Screams. 
You Are The Next Jesus, Horus, Buddha, 
I know These Things Caz I see The future,
The Next Cudgel Used By a Crowd of Rulers, 
To Keep People Lost in a Cloud of Confusion, 
You Wont Be Seen By Souls a supreme being Born From An Illusion. 
The One Thing They Have Refused To Believe
Few Stand Achieve and must Never Understand, 
Is The Supreme Fusion Between All things, From Nothing, To god Is A Man,
Some Would Say You're Animals But I don't Think it's So, 
The Thing I find That Makes This True Is they can't sell Their souls. 
I'll Spare You Feeble Shame, I'll Give you More Than Little Fame, 
I'll Make You More Than a Household Little Name, I've Made it Plain, 
Even Feel No Pain While You Dance In The Middle Of Flame, 
So What Do you say? Do You Wish To Play My Little Game?...
I Awake Barely Breathing, What Was I Seeing? 
Should I Be Believing I conversed with a Demon? 
IS it a Gift Or Curse I'm Receiving? 
These Disturbed Kind Of Feelings, Are An Absurd Way I'm Perceiving,
Somethings I've just Seen N Heard while I Was Profoundly sleeping, 
The Explanation Preferred, IT'S Just Dreaming, 
My Pores Are Bleeding Sores Are Healing,
But the Repetition From That Source Infers, IT Has More Than A Meaning...

Written by Jesodist (Mike Campos Guerra)
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