Resurrected

Did you really think I would not come for you, you are such a pitiful fool      
My legion is governed my the spirit of Haitian Loas who celestial rules        
Sent Michael back to Heaven, Gabriel gave me his warring horn        
Unmasking the hidden combat from the ill-reputed Children of the Corn        
I have the rare gift to see straight through you        
You are like all the others who have tried to clip my wings, to pay Lucifer his dues        
        
An unlearned pawn in this chess game we all call life        
The beginning of a spiritual battle for superiority of ancient rites        
Yakub from Patmos grafted your pathetic feeble-minded soul from the soft melanin of my beautiful skin tone        
Six thousand and six hundred ago years ago… yet you still think your supremacy was here all along        
You are just a no one singing Jacob’s dethroned song        
I gave you the moment of silence blessing to atone yourself        
You chose to turn off the enlightment and turn on retribution to be swiftly dealt        
       
I will obstruct your breathing with the sun amulet proudly showcased as you gypsy stand        
Take you down like you a woman and bend your ass over, strap on my plastic dick, and fuck you in your mouth like I’m your man        
Conjuring, potions, pimping your own psyche with books of ancient fairytales        
Illusions found in the sector of your perineal gland, do you not feel my channeled high vibrancy, you are my summoned spell        
From the Caucus Mountains, on all your fours you once roamed, the wind passed your cheek… then you were uplifted from the diabolic synagogue of Hell        
       
Denounced spiritually does not covet darkness, only a pass to the lake of fire        
You will encounter tierney until your heart and your thinking phases tire        
Which in time will ultimately expire        
I have mentally scrambled the receptive of your brain        
You’ve watched me walk upon a land in discord you assumed you could reign        
I got more power of my ancestral Loa in Carnage found in my index finger than you will ever comprehend        
Thirteen powered seasoned to pierce you in places to make your mind bend        
Your genes, antibodies, I curse your blood any microscopic view to heal will never mend        
       
Call upon your man-made Deities        
Tell your false idols you have entered a portal and have been held accountable for spiritual treason        
I spit on your grave, your house, your genitals, and your family illness for all Heaven’s sacred reasons          
Did you really think I would not heed your beckoning call        
Witnessing you beating your head and your bloody hands to enter onto the sacred ground beyond my fortress walls        
Patience is a virtue in honor to watch Lucifer’s concubine take another nasty fall        
“It’ does not move me, I move it        
If you do not babble such foolishness, you will understand it’s the law of ordained physics        
Instead, you sound like a raving lunatic whose intellect has been misplaced far too long until you attempt to mislead and trick        
        
Knowledge is power from the Bible to the Roman Empire        
Remove your shoes Empusa as you stand in mercy of my grace, you are nothing to me but a demoness liar        
It gets me all creamy in the center when I can reel back in my escaped bitch        
When she doesn’t obey the celestial order or forgets who she is dealing with        
       
For your defiance in the realm of time, I will shove those Aleve pain killers on your fridge down your throat, you best bet        
Yet        
Leave you breathing long enough until my stilettoes heel is crushing the life out your chest is felt        
You’re not ready to follow me, or guide mankind        
You are still playing hide and go seek with restless ghosts talking to you in your mind        
Still watching for signs in the sky        
You are nothing but a toe-bit hustler who inscribes fake ass poetic lies        
I know my place, no need to practice        
More sacred than a five circle conjuring the winds of any superior witch        
       
Enough talk        
You can now feel the heat of my walk        
Gee, lift this cunt’s arm        
My bevel retreating then pushing in your vein        
Something you need to rational your existence while keeping those delusional thoughts you spew tight and warm        
That Heroin surge... your worthless soul I will purge        
Taking off my leather jacket to fuck you up before you’re too far gone        
       
Yeah...  you feeling that you trailer dressing piece of shit        
Na’ll, lift your head bitch, your tongue will be gone before you start feeling that first hit        
Once I smear your inner jaw with some canine shit        
Those razor cuts scarring your youth refuse to speak        
Yes, I see them so clearly just as surely as I spit on your peace        
       
I do not mince words when my claws show        
I will stay all over that ass until I sink you to and fro        
Woo… woo… woo… wake the fuck up        
Gee, how much Fentanyl did you put in that syringe        
Then again        
I need this babbling cunt to feel the pain        
When she speaks ill and do not know how to play my game        
Strip this bitch down... you heard me… and yank off that Sun amulet from around her neck        
The next time she looks at my blue moon, she will know our souls have met        
Knowing her words still have no power or long lasting effects        
       
You not going to wear it my Queen        
Do I look like I need it, I will bury it, say a sacred ritual over its now caged energy... to make sure this twin faced demon never sees a King, talk, or hear Angels sing        
It will keep her mind captivated in her Heroin craving dreams        
Someone said the power of words can be your downfall or your uplift        
Oh… you are so mean.. yes, all is fair in love and war, stated from my lips        
I come in peace like the head of a coin        
You toss me in the air with ill-will intentions, once I land, no sacred scrolls for the weary to hide, revenge will be born, your soul torn, as hearts mourn        
       
What do we do with her before the po-po come        
Carve my initials behind her lobe, place a scarab beetle in her canals, squeeze some Gorilla Glue in both ears, glue her eye shut, and make sure I get her severed tongue        
Oh, let’s bounce…  I hear sirens and I have on stilettoes to try to run        
Hold up Gee… wait you stupid stupid clit        
My Queen, you just kicked over her chair... just maybe a brown roach might crawl up her nostrils... this crazy demoness gets my drift