Blood Drops

What would it take Lucifer to get you to stop these ritual sacrifices with society’s drops of blood
You cannot keep the seer blind when the portals are open, and mind ordained by spiritual love  
The Book of Enoch showed the beautiful principality of the world  
Scriptures omitted for the mind, body, and soul to lose its reflection as the fire simmers as mankind unfurl    
   
In the House of Cards, summer, winter solstice bloodletting ceremonies taking the rites of human lives    
By the numbers configured sacrifice  
To one who knows this comes as no surprise  
Money and fame you seduce to glorify  
What happened to the vast greatness you laid before the Holy One, temptation to place upon a pedestal only fallen to the demise of hungry eyes  
Promising to turn backs of morality, in false hope, misleading  
Blinding us with lust, greed, debauchery the soothing gratification of self-pleasing  
   
The essence of man, woman, child you bargain for  
As the clock of time runs out, and you can get any more  
The blood drops upon the head replaced  
An empty vessel now rotting in a grave  
Where is the soul God in the beginning have gave  
   
Human oblations happening all around us if you only knew the real computations of numbers, can decipher the signs  
Adopted to comingle since the beginning of secret society’s time  
Words and numbers carry the source of energy upon delivery    
As in the hues of colors that holds the deepest memories  
You twist the minds to see the idolatry of make believe  
Freemasons and Illuminati twined, puppet on their strings we’ve become    
Questions, no answers, tears left behind under the ruse of what you hear is not what you perceive  
   
This civilization is found on blood, sweat, and tears  
From the outcries of enslavement to the technology behind screens, of hatred, lust, welcomed in the synagogue of Beelzebub no reprimand, no fears  
And the light said to the dark  
You cannot reach divinity with a lost heart    
   
Intellects are sold  
The rebirth of the Devil is alive as his members to earth patrol  
Drops of bloods and the thirteenth empty seat, the groom of succubus, and the bride of incubus  
Wickedly patron, incantations of empty words murmured off the Morning Star’s list  
Be attentive in your quest and never settle for anything less  
And do not sell your life span for riches, fame, or gold  
The lungs circulate energy, but the heart can become just as cold