The other form of ritual killing is a dermal drown
Of a telegaurding and suppressing community
It's a cult, you are their meat and they are quite depraved
a grave sequestering destinies, a big after all possibilities
a blood hound, rectum smell, an aerosol crave gone awry
It calls blood before block, crotch before common sense
a century long dance on a grave, and watchers still enthused
obeying a turn call is a consequence of ignorance.
It is a prison, a lid of blood stained panties, disgusting living
a frequency of demons for those who'd rather gorge on human ore.
It's a cult, occultic Christianity using the endless church in -
subduing the destiny of gods for a tax and tithe funnelling
which the locust-like shouldn't be glean from to imitate a living
But one must be mad and unyielding to watch a flower wither
for it's fruit is a better yield, had you the nurture and patience
It's on purpose, a deepening not a buoy, church litters as checkpoints
Why was he apprehensive about a crowbar and kept it in the boot
You were tied down with suspicious nails on the wall, near light
Written down bible verses on a papers with spittle, conduit is a padlock
They call it love, I call it imprisonment, I called it, Death!
You love your children? don't send them to school or marry in church
Love and give birth, train yourself and live free, nary a custodian of folly
Near a socket to the person's picture, nail a human being for life
The plan of witchcraft is a glorious restlessness, a sad end
firstly, mind control on dogs, turning into demons, then tuning demons
The bird preaches, perches on everything and flies away
his weight is temporal and all, barking dogs are mere bugles
Remedy at the nick and final Teetering at the edge, climb still
And see, there's another market at the top.
You must leave that one too, it is a kid on your mind, on your destiny
I'm above the charm, the charm is the goad
They saw your need and make it exigent, god is the emblazoned few
The face morphs with the mind I'm possession the spirit
The mirror world give us time to weight conscience and club up further a spring
Subduing destines for paper to build the singular duplex
Which they then strategize and ake from your children's marriage to a lizard, a steal through and through, labour for nothing.
A dangerous gambit demonic in fathom. Guarguaruan im scale
Across generations, unyielding and crazed for sand
This is not a poem it's. A warning fromm another experience
It's a cult, a messed up cult of Ogbanhjee/ Christianity
using fuck to steal and subdued the destiny of a child while pastors siphon the ore to give you jobs which you pay for in offerings and tithes from to continue god's work
Church of latter day communist capitalism hegemony coincided with the Yorubas craze for caste and suffering.
.Embellishments and grafted can stand the internal burn out of sacrifice, Sacrifice always
Education enforce homogenization, not indoctrination and viruses
A higher conscience must go forth.and clear the path ahead, I heard.
All is contrived and operate on a frequency, man is a bird if only he remembers
Exigency over what nothing. Blood is nothing
There are beggars on very street chosen your beggar, your street
Don't get caught up they're merely realities enforcing themselves
Ignorance rules with fear with a hindrances that plays god in retrospect
live rural, live free protect yourself, protect your children, run for.
This is the other type of ritual killing, separate from the world, it is gone
Of a telegaurding and suppressing community
It's a cult, you are their meat and they are quite depraved
a grave sequestering destinies, a big after all possibilities
a blood hound, rectum smell, an aerosol crave gone awry
It calls blood before block, crotch before common sense
a century long dance on a grave, and watchers still enthused
obeying a turn call is a consequence of ignorance.
It is a prison, a lid of blood stained panties, disgusting living
a frequency of demons for those who'd rather gorge on human ore.
It's a cult, occultic Christianity using the endless church in -
subduing the destiny of gods for a tax and tithe funnelling
which the locust-like shouldn't be glean from to imitate a living
But one must be mad and unyielding to watch a flower wither
for it's fruit is a better yield, had you the nurture and patience
It's on purpose, a deepening not a buoy, church litters as checkpoints
Why was he apprehensive about a crowbar and kept it in the boot
You were tied down with suspicious nails on the wall, near light
Written down bible verses on a papers with spittle, conduit is a padlock
They call it love, I call it imprisonment, I called it, Death!
You love your children? don't send them to school or marry in church
Love and give birth, train yourself and live free, nary a custodian of folly
Near a socket to the person's picture, nail a human being for life
The plan of witchcraft is a glorious restlessness, a sad end
firstly, mind control on dogs, turning into demons, then tuning demons
The bird preaches, perches on everything and flies away
his weight is temporal and all, barking dogs are mere bugles
Remedy at the nick and final Teetering at the edge, climb still
And see, there's another market at the top.
You must leave that one too, it is a kid on your mind, on your destiny
I'm above the charm, the charm is the goad
They saw your need and make it exigent, god is the emblazoned few
The face morphs with the mind I'm possession the spirit
The mirror world give us time to weight conscience and club up further a spring
Subduing destines for paper to build the singular duplex
Which they then strategize and ake from your children's marriage to a lizard, a steal through and through, labour for nothing.
A dangerous gambit demonic in fathom. Guarguaruan im scale
Across generations, unyielding and crazed for sand
This is not a poem it's. A warning fromm another experience
It's a cult, a messed up cult of Ogbanhjee/ Christianity
using fuck to steal and subdued the destiny of a child while pastors siphon the ore to give you jobs which you pay for in offerings and tithes from to continue god's work
Church of latter day communist capitalism hegemony coincided with the Yorubas craze for caste and suffering.
.Embellishments and grafted can stand the internal burn out of sacrifice, Sacrifice always
Education enforce homogenization, not indoctrination and viruses
A higher conscience must go forth.and clear the path ahead, I heard.
All is contrived and operate on a frequency, man is a bird if only he remembers
Exigency over what nothing. Blood is nothing
There are beggars on very street chosen your beggar, your street
Don't get caught up they're merely realities enforcing themselves
Ignorance rules with fear with a hindrances that plays god in retrospect
live rural, live free protect yourself, protect your children, run for.
This is the other type of ritual killing, separate from the world, it is gone
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