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Hell Bent

There is a defector in Hell, whose entity that roams and bring the unbalance of chaos to the divine order              
I am the light, the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Queen of all, and my ancient soul have shifted through ancient portals              
To uprise in truth and integrity, to whisper mental freedom of positive choices, to give safe passage through the third eye of existence to every mortal                          
The denial of my mission, is to forgive and then place the head upon the highest steeple of the Roman churches          
Where crows will gage his sight, upon their nightly restful perches              
If they offend thee then pluck thy eye                
What good is a mortal man who do not have wings, and tells his mind he can fly              
The tip of my sword, raised in battle, without malice, ordained for disallow              
               
So above so below              
My hands reach beyond the depth of water as the scorn of bitterness, I do not console              
Allow me to always quench the intellects as my water bearer pours out wisdom, serenity, to thirsty souls                
At what price are you willing to wander with a wicked basin                
Without divine intervention of the mind, it only leads to hell raising                
Stripping humanity of their Heavenly everlasting treasure                
You cannot give life, demon you take, and you seduce the eyes with empty results of infinity’s pleasure                
I will permit, by the blessed sacred water by the testimonial of a baptize                
The ideology of ideas, dreams, your aspirations need sacred validation, in this day and age, dark miracles falter before they ever will thrive                           
And beyond the stars, if you try to reach is never that far or wide, for a defector, who attempts to siphon energy from the sky              
He will never reach that Supreme esoteric peace and do you know why              
A chameleon changes the cocoon of its colors when executing the demise of his plans              
Obscurity behind the galactic planets between many celestial miles, is his feet holy where he now stands                
Who do you think humanity prays to when our Creator hallow be thy name needs to be felt                
In the welcome of silence, on my knees asking for reasons when injustice is swift, and to the heart has been dealt          
It is insightful as the tears from the begotten son’s mother during His crucifixion as she wept              

               
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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So above so below
SKC
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