The destructive blood rites, this is my right, to fall from a great height.
The beginning was the light, to be blind, and also out of sight.
This beat my type, this ain't Christ, but we raise the dead.
To be adopted as a kid, to shine, to Osiris like His wine.
And this the God of Time, to rhyme, and to ignite, He then shines.
So we line up the lines, to pay a fine? I inherited the Prince of Lies.
And was the fine for His crime? To put the judge to shame.
Instead of walking on a tight rope, his legs are too lame.
Now pray to the Beast, the Beast from the East.
This my Air Fare Lair, with Esau and his red hair.
Thas when they continue to buy stock, to continue to buy shares.
And who the fuck said this was suppose to be fair?
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