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The Taste Of My Poison (Revenge)

The differences between Royality, as I stand � � � �
Listen carefully wicked witch so you may comprehend and your portrayed twin Jinn in you may come to understand � � � �
The common woman, such as yourself, used at a jester in my Court, my sovereign does not solicit for the yearning between our legs � � � �
Unto the beast, as you are a history to plead, threat, and your last resort, you beg, and you beg � � � �
No pride for you wandering child who slithers across my creg� � �
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Within the fire abyss as a canine Jezebel trying to give away hellish meat � � �
What can you offer the world, moreso, a Hebrew King, other than an offer to castrate his soul in your soiled demonic sheets � � � �
No divine food when his mind is hungry to learn � � � �
Your childish words to the creed of his belief, his nature when blended with yours, would only burn � � � �
When his heart is weary by world related issues � � � �
This is real life, and immature words are not like tissue � � � �
In his eyes you are not capable to give the reflection to believe in his mission, to believe in him � � � �
You are not spiritual inclined to soothe troubled waters, yet make him feel safe in this low vibration realm � � � �
No power other than empty wishes, and that is from the mind of both of you, humanity old folklore soulless bitches � � � �
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I have seen your glasses, those gray hairs � � � �
Yet, you have an adolescent mentality, where are your morals, you know what they call a woman in heat, without a care � � � �
Did your past reduce all your brain cells � � � �
Reality and virtual there are a difference, can you even tell � � � �
Oh, excuse me, you uphold your regality in the funneling of your home, which is hell � � � �
I suppose, silly rabbit tricks are for kids � � � �
Because once that mind of yours begins to think society quickly places back on that sealed lid � � � � � �
You do not believe in the Heavenly Father, what you say and what everyone sees and to the ears, will always falter by all degrees � � � �
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I give all Kings the vision of the seven wonders from the Skies to the Land, and he is of water, the depth of the sea � � � �
My trifecta insignia that makes me the Queen and my vow to my crown � � � �
I walk in confidence, and quiet as a soft breeze, shh.. peaceful in my sound � � � �
Unto Allah, I keep his mane strong from a cursed Delilah such as you � � � �
The impunity where his intellect he keeps, his strength, his survival in life when he strives through � � � �
One thing I must say rings true � � � �
This will not be fair if I did not give you your own throne, not to worry, it will be, white and Porcelain you shall now worship from where you sit �
Worthy of an its owner who has to strain to spew shit � � �
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So that everyone will come to know what spews out your ass is as smelly from your two edge mouth to the air as your failing begging drift � � � �
We now know why the odor is always followed by your prolapsed clit
Woodstock you may need to buy my clothes that old stench floating up in Heaven ain't no big hit � � � �
It�s time to grow up my wandering child and elevate those Jinn minds floating in your muddled head ��
You will never, and I mean never, lay upon satin pillows in any sought out intellectual King's bed
What real man want to ride the pale horses
Death and destruction are its only plague choices � � � �
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You are bought and sold, and your time for Satan's redemption, for which you fear � � � �
Hellbent, and sent who wants to come near � � � �
Sticks and stones may hurt bones, but spells � � � �
I do not have too, when destiny and fortune is in the crest of my soil, I sow my seeds and what I reap, its blessed as Mother Earth would tell � � � �
I will let you in on some good advice � � � �
Listen careful and I will be respectful because I will not cause strife � �
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Shalom