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The candle burns next to a silver bowl, above that A portrait of a killer known of formerly as a priest Ceremony ceased tabernacle released 700 jackals loose in the streets The ashes of his enemies blow under his feet Thunder and sleet blow doors open, in the cathedral The candles go out-the portrait open his mouth-spit Apocalypse, dark mist drift past MCs with blood on their head Sworn for the dead, spread the skies out like an endless table cloth Chop ya legs both off, stable you in the navel with a pitchfork This is witch talk-warlock rhymes with boss hog grimes Snatch outcha mind-put it at the end of ya spine Brush ya teeth with my nine-who wanna battle Let’s take a raffle I’ll meet you with a scalpel, slice ya Adam’s apple Never disturb the dead-ya bones are spread Poems are said, Ouija board spells out Priest Of War, you’ll be eaten by my sword The man unfinished I throw you in god’s prison You do a sentence of repentance There’s no remembrance of forgiveness, my torture’s endless Inches for inches, I’m relentless I go into heaven, kick the gates in Fight angels-get you to shake Drag ya ass out by ya halo up that street paved with gold Then I throw yo ass back to the globe See I own ya soul, you go to hell I fight against bats just to get you back I wrestle devils, run through fire Kill demons just to finish ya beatin’ While ya friends still grievin’ I’m worse than death, I’m worse than pain My lyrics kill again and again Liliths kiss you, take you to the cave near the red sea Where the skeleton remains of the dead MCs Ya flesh leave depression proceeds Walk down my stairs of echo, within my ring of Texas chainsaws You came as war, came with the devil Leviathan fiery breath breathed upon you The planet’s my footstool The king of Gog and Magog, the great grandsons of Nimrod Sacrifice his limbs to my god When they buried Medusa she left a graveyard full of statues Which rap would you choose? Which axe shall I use? Witch hunt the devil asked for you Tie you to a stake Like Joan of Arc-these forms of art Of galleries are different ways of ya casualties You die violently! I write with a violent pen Someone like I’m tattin’ ya skin When I spit the entire Vatican cringe I’m back for you again Let the bats ascendI come from hell’s wide mouth I got you! Now I cry out Sittin’ on the strange tree-It’s the great wise owl Join me in The Land of Howls
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