I witness a spirit that invokes the essence of man.
Tattooed words as hieroglyphics written beset, fixed the sands.
Grains of time wasted, the hourglass presents this with hands.
To seize my composure swiftly, enemies against distant plans.
Satan, author of horror, spars with fists dipped in crushed glass.
The Alpha of my awakening leads to the Omega in blood baths.
Evil flows like the Euphrates in sub-sequential con-text.
It's non-sense to con-vex your mind in this spiritual con-test.
My brain synapses fold wit precision,
Electromagnetic atmospheric conditions mold my vision.
Download my visuals in the form of pixelations and data scripts.
With fast banter quips His manuscript rips that of latter spits.
Two-Hundred and Sixty thousand seconds rapidly seems irrelevant.
But I settle this, cuz I flex my mental cells in this element.
Detrimental to every bit,
I mark my time with every string of energy without a second missed.
His spies transcribe His written words to prophesy.
Spelled in the stars above that Satan is the future in all honesty.
I see chumps in their costumes, with nozzles and toxic fumes.
Former glock smokers and stock brokers and narcatic humes.
Apostles similar to human fossils, drained of their heart muscles
Displays pain in it's gothic tunes.
Seconds become minutes become hours.
Hours turn to days in full length, the stench just over powers.
Finally I see the body of a nigga face mangled and red.
To my surprise it was mine, body limp...dangling dead.