lessons from two thousand seasons

Never getting caught by the devil

I hear the hissing

Multiple demons on my trail

Holy Ghost walking though

Never blinded by the yellow road

Free to see God when I choose

New generation, same results

Hell rings louder by the day after

Demon vibrations reaching infants now

Sad!

Lucifer frequencies catching souls before the sun rises

This fire that I live in

tells a tale of luxury and forgotten ways

Destroyers spreading barren diseases

Predators preying on sunken sun-children

This living has me turning south

Face facing east, away from the fallen cathedral

All I see: fake bleached preachers

snatching the black out from our human bodies

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