Listen, old Ancient of Days...

My ways were early despised, thundering skies of Zion..-
Clapped with praise, my breast-plate flashed its diamonds..-
Revealing a deity, self-embraced and supreme..-
But I was the 'trump of heaven, the one who changed the scene..-
The change, seemed masterful if not blasphemous..-
The change was seen, hazardous 'til you cast the last of us..-
Into the Sea of Acheron, I came back to harm..-
Adam and Eve were slack, so I could attack with charm..-
Then you locked the garden, and I devised all evil..-
False religion as cuisine, fixed plenty for all people..-
My purpose was ever, determined to severe ties..-
Was ever, I the servant pleasant in your eyes..-
I surmise never, but has heard heaven's crimes..-
If we compare records, I'd say that the world is mine..-
My evidence, let's examine the past two centuries..-
About 20 wars and famine, the black-man dependence scheme..-
Racial lynching was a cinch, homosexual tendencies..-
Loan extortion and abortion, sole drug dependency..-
All the work of my hands, its time I rise up to rule..-
Who the hell is better at cooking lies up to fool..-


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