Bow Down

In the burdensome of reality, I am the clout        
Many moons ago wise tongues have come before me, unto these incantations you have been told about         
Oh, you are such a foolish child           
The only address of your obscurity you reign is in Hades as you reside           
Darkness comes to me for answers rewarded with spiritual pride           
Your thorns may it pierce you in thy eyes           
Pluck out the sight offend thee not, feed it unto the sacrificed as being the castrated vessel by and by           
           
The light is always found in the beauty of sacred truth           
A dark pulsate can only clarify how to hate and systematically abuse        
Cleanse your ambiance and set the festering demons radiating the dimness, hindering your glow, lose           
Oh, thy black rose planted in chaos, your bloody petals, demise unto the putrid temptation to touch           
The screen of your castle is only in a sense of virtual world that you venomously pledge unto much           
Sunrise to sunset, long tail dangling from the seat you sit upon which you allure for an ancient rush           
                
Prickled hearts with falsehood of youth, no more found in the glorious heart fluttering gush           
Spindling the curse of your own destiny in stone you embed of such           
Your heart bleeds of death and destruction from the pentagram of ancestral obtuse           
I fear not what I can conjure, summon, or chant, it is the blessings by rite of passage coursing through my veins           
The receiver and deliverer rooted in the present of righteous by the blood of my name           
You speak of riddles, yet encased in your own bitterness and tormenting rain           
The yin and yang, the duality of your own mental confusion of distain           
          
Lucifer's concubines could not get peace no matter where they come upon or roam         
Unto the highest mountain he tempted the light to sit upon the righteous throne         
From the sky I sit to the tip of my arrival slicing in Hell      
I brandish the swords of life and death to cut you down at the root of your tail      
Hack you and then blow your dust to the table that feeds your future generation      
Ash to ash your poison they eat upon from the wicked winds of your degradation      
An oral dialect without the enlightened power      
Your footsteps will never be heard upon castle floors that honor is bequeathed upon the spirituality of highest power      
If a tongue is inundated, I twist, chop, fate cuts it out      
Season it with Holy Oil, upon your face as you act so shall you wear the doing of the swine's snout      
      
Reaping tears unto the stars the Heaven’s defend           
No one lives forever and repent not of their sin         
You may wallow in your squander wicked Jinn           
No imaginative cognitive in the DNA of you           
Hollowed words only commence as being a dimwitted fool           
The darkness cannot ordain death upon the thistles of its own thorns         
Wretched in carnage from the circle of life, mind, body, spirit, and heart will always be jagged and torn         
              
In thy valley of the shadow of death           
Upon your smite, the feast upon your skin shall be felt           
The hounds of Hell in between your legs you pet           
Unlike the feline, nine lives of ancient, worshipped more than the Ankh itself           
Two strikes upon your skin in the lamination shall be your downfall           
Trice upon the feet you will not stand tall           
           
Of the intellect you bring dimness in the rays of Dawn’s early light           
Hell in your persona unto midnight           
Mental unforgiving comes in the daylight by Heavens’ sight           
Unto the moon your songs are filled with injustice, and earthy contrite           
A bird can sing from the nest, does not mean it can always fly           
Mistuned awareness and impaired to bridge knowledge and wisdom for the questions given from the sky           
Old soul that roams on its belly as a demoness in wolf clothing, entitled the beast           
Drink unto pandemonium your own blood in good faith for the dark clouds shall hover, in your sheets        
In rest when you need to sleep        
For a worthless soul even the divine Creator refuses to keep           
           
Mirror mirror on the wall mankind take a bite of your rotten apple as a siren, you call           
If mouths taste your bitter offering, they will not hear the star afterlife lullabies           
Their eyes will be wide open, and yet they will surely spiritually die           
In the dark presence in Hell, you shall never become an earthly bride        
Eyes will know of your demonic stench when the duality of your entities slithers under a false moon that sits in the sky     
In my wake of annihilation, you will try to emasculate me my light shines for the Most High           
           
In your illumination your shadow cast no warming light       
Illusion of words to blind and covet lustful divine loins, hellish urges in flight           
As a dead Raven upon rose petals you bleed with the foul offering of your begotten womb       
A kiss of death, as within you tomb, you are a curse like sinking teeth to covet men with a mind drenched in doom         
However, as the demoness beast, an entity from the abyss only here to shadow my five phases of a moonlit night      
Camelot bows to the King, hail to the Queen, and loyalty of honor from my Knights      
Be gone      
And slither back to what you are good at, sucking the Morning Star's bone      
      
Selah