Bedazzled while ur frazzled, to smell ur fear.
To watch my six while you are burnt to a crisp.
And here's a clue, ur bein played like a fool.
I'm tryin to figure out what to do with you, ur Angelics are tools.
To abduct the Adam, to create ur (g)od.
Ur memory a facade, this Universe is ripe.
And ur bitch not my type, my maneads kno what's good.
To Set ur faith ablaze, I wish you wood.
And if you step up, you then begin to trip.
You wake up from ur slumber, your sol is mine.
As I rise from the ashes, this is the number nine.
And it isn't good when ur Higher Self begins to rhyme.
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