Be Inhuman
Mindstate consumed, like satan who rhymes straight inhuman..
Groomed in contusions, or maybe ive made illusions?
Ive created these bruises in my own mind's eye..
Even when faced with losin, i ask "Why won't i die?"
In my throne i reside, a pentagram my emblem..
Wit heaven n hell's angels; its a damned religion..
Just imagine livin, when light n dark borders' meet..
More like bad meets evil,tha supreme authority..
While lookin over at my minion wit winged tentacles..
Im commandin her to destroy everything biblical..
It seems eligible, my feathered one is repairing tho..
Simultaneously in this bad weathered scenerio..
Whenever half-scared to go.. believe i have a purpose..
I cant walk the earth, every step cracks the surface..
I speak words conversed to immaculate verses..
And i admit with this kinda power im actually nervous..
Like snatchin some purses, im just stealin what's tithed..
And im too greedy for my own, with no feeling to give..
But i take, cuz ive made it as Creator of Sins..
But im blessed, like angels whispered those prayers in my den..
Color of greyish within, im tugged between dark n light..
My body's close to splittin, and both sides start to fight..
An inner war, thats been repeating for centuries..
Im just tha messenger tho, consider my speech a delivery..
Sign on tha dotted line, and ya soul turns abominable..
But my dignity compels me, to not make one grovel for show..
And my psychotic goals, are derived from the blackness..
That belongs in my chest, the left side of my practice..
My most likely reaction, is overreaction but fuck it..
This deadly tool in my hand, im sure this staff will go public..
As a matter of fact on the subject, of my inner warfare..
With God n Satan, they are both probably waitin..
On the day i find a new way, n start to degrate them..
But my heart's quickly fadin, so i soon wont be in this
Struggle, but ill still be spared, inhumanistically gifted,
with trouble....
