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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
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
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