Street struck

 

Pain, halt did it inform your thinking.
Reaching from behind the veil, spirits command
The money you touch and commodification of human

Empty plates go jankagalanga, no one listens
Black face witches pass, offer me tsukiyomi
Accursed children of djinns
Exigent functioning in maddening repression
Speeding us up to their crazed tempo
amping up one's horny to madness with buckets of electricity
as god's punishment for calling oyedepo a thief
What? Do they know the one I'm talking about
You know the one I'm talking about; He is a thief

I'm a walking shafe all scrotums
Contumacious envious committed to a cod's capitulation
government storks hands back feeding off the rut
Fly away abroad and the sheep are fed chaff
Herded to a hall on Sunday to hail a mary
Marshalling authenticity, relearning the lives of
Beautiful people who became street struck
Cleanse your mind, constant baptism, river sacrifices
You only have mind control
Kumuyi adeboye olukoya zombies mind control
Clone president, clone pastor mind control
My passersby carry bags transferring the weight

Religious lizards and their carwash business
The exigency is constantly being played from their phones

Card instead of trees, Lexus instead of bicycles
I mostly just look at that thier legs, rat like shaped
and wonder how did we allow these animals proliferate
Sex crazed vultures demons I will never forget or be sweetened up with your lizard water 
Shooting your brain to the devil who is their father and overseer

Stay away from these animals
You don't know it but you have been hounded and enspittled all your..

All your life, made infantile and to forget
Accursed children of djinns who breathe cement and despise trees
In the walk I spit out their sweetness
They don't exist in the memory they don't exist or human
Loading up the forget to ensure their stay
They will be wiped out, they will leave for the jig is up
Using sex to retard people's destines
Accursed children of Djinns designed to make hell on earth
Street struck Strict striking strict strut to no avail
Golgotha is my destination, Golgotha is my altar

salvation for the street struck, salvation is my alter

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