Fall From Grace

I speak for those Chosen, My Cries are international

The Liaison for the seekers of the Accurate and Masterful,

envisioning a Dynasty where Thy Rule is Absolute,

No Mercy for impostures who lack the Skills and Lack the tools

They lack the Motivation, Intelligence, Durability

Adept Versatility, Projection of Vivid Imagery

Is what I deliver when I work Wicked Lyrical Wizardry

Translate my Misery With this Pen Explicitly

the Epitome of mystery, Do you really wanna deal with Me?

Do you really wanna force my hand, Stare into the light of Him?

Thou Shall Bring upon the Wrath of a six winged Seraphim.

One wave of thy hand, all my enemies, I'll Level em

I don't speak of Rock and Roll, but I'll Still heavy Metal em

If you don't believe in God, think of one to call upon

Louise J Cipher "The Voice of The Fallen Ones"