A man sits alone laced in perennial fires....
where da desolated rebels roam and da churchgoers are liars....
abrupt shrapnels of evil encase dis mans mind and frame...
his abbreviated tactics morph to descriptions of pain...
dis place was an abode of dis man for many ages...
a place where satans inauguration does not allow one to write pages...
so hes forced to keep it in... indulging in his pen and his rhymes...
acid rains on his head...causing thoughtz to deintertwine...
No one knows where dis place is...or dis mans hidden alias...
they are lost deep in perception...confused by lies and deception
...dis mans not an exception...
he was bourne with no identity...
dubbed himself da mighty deity but still succumbed to severe envy...
he lives in unfair darkness... while others live in impartial light...
as he awaits dis equinox...where da day is equal to night...
the sunny skies compliment his eyes...da darkness he chooses to defy...
delegate da souls of da weak...his faction is becoming obsolete...
they walk down da depths of hell...searchin for an evil tyrant...
found evidence of sinning scrolls...soon to be triumphant...
da faction senses da evil within proximity...but their peripherals see him within no vicinity...see trapped souls so they exempt them from da enemy...
so finally they confront dis evil...and approach him wit severe exhaustion....
little did dis faction know dat dis was only their deeper conscience....
peace
