Mama, You Sacrificed Your Son To The Beast

The shadows of time chasing the ouroborous of your hellish thoughts at heart        
What, you have no more use for the voices in your head whispered in the dark        
Read your divine scrolls demon    
You have offered your own flesh by blood in sickness you have curse his loins unto his generation by the rite of passage, his earthly his semen      
There is no redemption in death      
Ash to ashes where tears shall fall and grieve as Jesus wept    
Was it worth the enslavement of Lucifer’s kiss    
There is never an excuse to enjoy the humiliation of his flaming bliss    
No matter how much, how many times you call to the Heavens above    
Deafness upon His ears, you were tossed out with your Hellish father, with no love    
     
Upon your altar whatever you are praying too    
But it is not the Heavenly Father and upon His grace he still pities fool    
You stand in contempt by the admission of your own satanic mouth    
Nothing above to save your worth as you dip farther and farther South    
Burn baby burn    
Dust to dust, thy first born shall comfort your Urn    
     
Let me ask this of you once again so I can fully understand      
What demon had your mind under duress to enlist such a demand    
You have admitted you fucked the cross      
I pity your spiteful depraved soul, now you are begging the dark because the light you have lost    
What wicked web you have weaved      
Spilling blooded tinged fake mantras even when you write it, you still do not believe    
What mother in her right mind sacrifices the living soul of her son to the beast    
Then cast stones in the ceremonial you ask humanity to sit and enjoy your poisoned wicked feast        
Yet attempts to make common sense to sound whole, yet, psychologically a misfit, dim wit    
To the surrounding of awareness that truly sounds incomplete        
        
Then trying to step into the warmth of the light, of thy will be done    
You soul is not even up to bargain, the Devil in your rebirth has already won       
Love with you comes with an immortal curse      
Rotten Fangs, Dirty Horns, then a soul trapped in a hellish hearse    
The pollution of your placenta in the lineage still reaps its poison of your time        
Mental scars from your childhood from a worthless swine    
Mother with mental deviations to have left a bleeding black rose with bleeding claws behind        
I have nothing but pity and contempt for you        
For society’s medication galloping down your throat controlling your moods, you are the product of its side effects abuse        
        
I am sitting on the right hand throne of my Creator, witnessing you play such a lost and forsaken childish part        
Royal blood fusing through my veins, I can claim, it’s in my DNA and it’s a beautiful work of art        
What happen, to the darkness you pledged too        
Hum… could it be, you got bedazzled to touch divinity’s garment, to save your useless soul, unstable in the glory of its light, knowing you are an unstable ruse        
Your footsteps where you stand, cannot get you past your non-spiritual denomination to covet the image of God’s divine man                
You looked at an undraped mirror where you now see the true reflection of your own ugly image        
An alien clothed in a sheep’s mind who has nothing to give, devoid of spirituality, a black widow to the world, your hatred only self-diminishes        
My vibrancy is too high, you psychotic succubus, I get my mystical codes from beyond the stars, as doors open allowing my aura a pathway to the sky        
My spiritually does not dwell in the pit that can never be raised our ever exhausted        
It’s blasphemy from lips who has been earthbound rejected and airborne tossed            
Femininity of honor, faith, gratitude, bestows to the heart for all, an intellect that I attempt to spiritually feed        
You dare to come up against unspoken ancestral rite of powers, non-caring fueling the needs        
The track marks lining your collapsed veins, will be the holocaust of your drug induced greed        
Foolish forgotten cursed spitting your ancestry malice, evilness, envy, jealousy those are the gifts of your demonic creed        
Your lineage in the Caucasus Mountains were made to serve unto the Indigo Sun child        
Withering odorous rotten flowers in your self-medicated garden only grows wild        
     
   
As Above, So Below    


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