the spirits of a cemetery
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the spirits of a cemetery
As night falls and light crawls towards the depths of dungeons
I hereby sacrifice Illusion as the death of younglings, stunning?
A slow whisper swept cross the man as he walked in the breeze
He slowly read the sign on the grave that said “talk but please…
…Say a word wrong and I will see you on the other side, Amen”
There he had it put in laymen’s, but what’s the message claiming?
Wondering what the grave was craving so he quickly stated:
- “I pray for my soul not to be hated why am blizz this sick n faded?”
Flashes, thunder, rain fall, his brains brawled n he heard a strange call
-“Illusion, you intruded the brutal habitat of my sacred graveyard
As rain falls I will crave to take all – of your puny soul, cockroach
Nor wishes or prayers from your mouth can stop and block blows
Blizz divine is the spirit that rules this forum of demise and hate
Before you read that grave you should have taken advice from faith
Now even God hates you and your soul, who will protect you?”
Again the breeze swept through, twisting his lounges inside out
- “Christ you enlisted your son in this bout, I will summon his route
So breathe the freshness of death and find your casket in the ashes
In the name of Satan the ruler of earth and king of the world…
I hereby command the forces of darkness you bring and unfurl!!!
Now bestow your infernal power upon me and take this boys life
Now open wide the gates of hell and come greet this toys strife”
The noise strikes only twice but a soul gets reaped only once
Death dresses you, so keep the birth suit n greet the holy ones
Stand before the gates of hell and regret the steps you took wrong
He stood strong but once force is stronger, look where he belong
Hail satan, lord of darkness, Lucifer and the unholy antichrist
Illusion is just a mere illusion after this unfolding n random heist
One soul less to reap in this tourney…face blizz and the journey
It’ll only be in hell that you’ll be mourning…souls get adjourned…
So prepare to get burned, scorched in the flames of hissing rhymes
Happiness is bliss…but mother fuckers BLIZZ IS DIVINE!!!!!!
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
---Albert Einstein
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