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Your Stench Is Reeking Abyzou (Part I of 30)
You have been forewarned my wild child
Now you are in my realm no Golden Sun shall shine
I will give as you wish
As my hounds of Hades shall shred the beast and the bitch
You may have your make believe throne
For any mortal who sits beside you, curses his own birthright, never to see daylight, and will never atone
You are my pet in the obscurity of darkness
This is a nightmare upon your skin felt
My deep lashes felt, acid stinging welts
No drugs to induce your slumber give you rest in your sleep
Your soul I will encase, and keep
This is Hell and my thirsty demons in time you will greet
No windows to hear your pain
I rule the Heaven, the Earth, and the Sea
Here, upon this sovereign, this is where my vile reign
The mirror of your life I shall reveal to you
As your mother cried from the lower pit who left you to roam free, now as she did you, I will abuse
Until the Prince your spiked hair hangs for
He will not and cannot save you as I bring lava and brimstone to your mind
Pain to your organs as your emotions shall bloody pour
This is your ordained fate
Your soft enslaved deity does not have any power for you to anticipate
The Moon, the Stars, my orb transforms their energy here to the opening of those Pearly Gates
The Nephilim, the Reptilian I control their race
The seven deadly sins
I will bathe you with each one, as Eve and Adam, through my eyes seen, you are the slothful snake of its origin
The lower vibration of an escaped speck from the bowels of a soiled rectum, in the anus you are the compacted waste
Bared down stool, flushed to the sewer as the water sends
You attempt to come up upon a wall to revolt
I am The Nun, and The Ghost
I am not here and there, I am the destruction found in their smoke
The Books you confess your depravations, I burned the pages, redemption too late
There is no love and honor, you will be sliced and quartered, and dragged in hate
A Jinn unto me who weakly stands, I will bite the head and feed the next generation to the oldest male child
Blow the dusk of death through your house, where your generation will never understand its mastermind
No words from my throne will bring you comfort, ill will becomes my mental wraith
Flames I will toss in the course of your path
May the amulet around your neck
Be the force of meager prayers chokes you as you have become Hen pecked
Magnified sorrows from me my little famished pet
Such an infant when you do not know what you are dealing with
Left in the wind as a freak, a misfit
Still feening for the lost contact and the absence of breast milk
Someone knew what they were carrying when you clawed your way out the womb
Bringing your doom and your gloom, you are cursed and your seeds, you have sacrificed to an early tomb
The winds of times you will no longer hear
My voice of depravation whisper of long begotten ancient mantras to your ear
The alluring ones your mama when she struggled with her insanity she used to fear
No one to give your refuge
If so, their heart, mind, will be the downfall from your mental abuse
My syringe is drawing up
For the hallucinations I bestow to you a universal misguided nutt
Hebrew skin I have seen, heart idolized, in respect without gyrating my but
It is you, my wild child who seems to stay glued to the ground begging on sore knees
Wishing, hoping, yet, still desiring without a Hebrew’s man desires, tossed aside without reprieve
In the provisions of my throne, I have sat upon in all my previous lives
I am the Queen of the Sun, who have a spiritual King siting to the right of my side
Not such a fascination festering to have been chopped and poetically blocked
Sailing on chaotic illusions that has warped your brainwaves that you cannot differ the bottom from the top
How many are there of you, Abyzou, purple means royalty, but not for the one spawned from the jackal, one from the snake, and the one who speaks as an astrological grieving fool
Obsessional tendencies and sociopathic
Roll over Lassie, it looks like each day you learn a new submissive trick, so classic
And to realize you will always unto the end of time be just an old hellish thot
Uneducated, married, and here chasing an erection with all you got
The bevel inserted under your wicked skin
Eyes closing as you fall under my spell, allow my darkness to your mind to ease in
Zombie, you have no win
Whatever you think you may got
You are nothing unto a mortal, but a hellish laughingstock.
This universal Queen
Mercy unto your useless soul, this is your dream
Open your eyes, my wild child, I am going to take your mind on a little torment trip
In the seven layers of my Jahannam, you are my guest, as malicious, and mischief, I will give you, as a gift
You best be sharpening your non invalid fangs, the winter of discontent come with ice, a deadbeat witch’s pangs
You feel the fiery of my retribution surging through your track marked veins, ahhh... does it even compared to a methadone hit
The bliss when you become my footstool, you racist piece of shit
In the name of the Demons who howl unto the Moon
Until the creatures of the night, I will order unto your unclean flesh to consume
The blood of your heart
Eaten in the right of passage in the night, I own the light and the dark
Now you are in my realm no Golden Sun shall shine
I will give as you wish
As my hounds of Hades shall shred the beast and the bitch
You may have your make believe throne
For any mortal who sits beside you, curses his own birthright, never to see daylight, and will never atone
You are my pet in the obscurity of darkness
This is a nightmare upon your skin felt
My deep lashes felt, acid stinging welts
No drugs to induce your slumber give you rest in your sleep
Your soul I will encase, and keep
This is Hell and my thirsty demons in time you will greet
No windows to hear your pain
I rule the Heaven, the Earth, and the Sea
Here, upon this sovereign, this is where my vile reign
The mirror of your life I shall reveal to you
As your mother cried from the lower pit who left you to roam free, now as she did you, I will abuse
Until the Prince your spiked hair hangs for
He will not and cannot save you as I bring lava and brimstone to your mind
Pain to your organs as your emotions shall bloody pour
This is your ordained fate
Your soft enslaved deity does not have any power for you to anticipate
The Moon, the Stars, my orb transforms their energy here to the opening of those Pearly Gates
The Nephilim, the Reptilian I control their race
The seven deadly sins
I will bathe you with each one, as Eve and Adam, through my eyes seen, you are the slothful snake of its origin
The lower vibration of an escaped speck from the bowels of a soiled rectum, in the anus you are the compacted waste
Bared down stool, flushed to the sewer as the water sends
You attempt to come up upon a wall to revolt
I am The Nun, and The Ghost
I am not here and there, I am the destruction found in their smoke
The Books you confess your depravations, I burned the pages, redemption too late
There is no love and honor, you will be sliced and quartered, and dragged in hate
A Jinn unto me who weakly stands, I will bite the head and feed the next generation to the oldest male child
Blow the dusk of death through your house, where your generation will never understand its mastermind
No words from my throne will bring you comfort, ill will becomes my mental wraith
Flames I will toss in the course of your path
May the amulet around your neck
Be the force of meager prayers chokes you as you have become Hen pecked
Magnified sorrows from me my little famished pet
Such an infant when you do not know what you are dealing with
Left in the wind as a freak, a misfit
Still feening for the lost contact and the absence of breast milk
Someone knew what they were carrying when you clawed your way out the womb
Bringing your doom and your gloom, you are cursed and your seeds, you have sacrificed to an early tomb
The winds of times you will no longer hear
My voice of depravation whisper of long begotten ancient mantras to your ear
The alluring ones your mama when she struggled with her insanity she used to fear
No one to give your refuge
If so, their heart, mind, will be the downfall from your mental abuse
My syringe is drawing up
For the hallucinations I bestow to you a universal misguided nutt
Hebrew skin I have seen, heart idolized, in respect without gyrating my but
It is you, my wild child who seems to stay glued to the ground begging on sore knees
Wishing, hoping, yet, still desiring without a Hebrew’s man desires, tossed aside without reprieve
In the provisions of my throne, I have sat upon in all my previous lives
I am the Queen of the Sun, who have a spiritual King siting to the right of my side
Not such a fascination festering to have been chopped and poetically blocked
Sailing on chaotic illusions that has warped your brainwaves that you cannot differ the bottom from the top
How many are there of you, Abyzou, purple means royalty, but not for the one spawned from the jackal, one from the snake, and the one who speaks as an astrological grieving fool
Obsessional tendencies and sociopathic
Roll over Lassie, it looks like each day you learn a new submissive trick, so classic
And to realize you will always unto the end of time be just an old hellish thot
Uneducated, married, and here chasing an erection with all you got
The bevel inserted under your wicked skin
Eyes closing as you fall under my spell, allow my darkness to your mind to ease in
Zombie, you have no win
Whatever you think you may got
You are nothing unto a mortal, but a hellish laughingstock.
This universal Queen
Mercy unto your useless soul, this is your dream
Open your eyes, my wild child, I am going to take your mind on a little torment trip
In the seven layers of my Jahannam, you are my guest, as malicious, and mischief, I will give you, as a gift
You best be sharpening your non invalid fangs, the winter of discontent come with ice, a deadbeat witch’s pangs
You feel the fiery of my retribution surging through your track marked veins, ahhh... does it even compared to a methadone hit
The bliss when you become my footstool, you racist piece of shit
In the name of the Demons who howl unto the Moon
Until the creatures of the night, I will order unto your unclean flesh to consume
The blood of your heart
Eaten in the right of passage in the night, I own the light and the dark
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