"Spiritual War" upon the Spiritual Battlegrounds of an un-natural evil so enforced/ That Lucifer's giggling & laughing at me like im the idle hand sample of his resourceful thorn. Triple 6'd into feuds of confusion's blood between mirages, lies and the scorn. All i see is illusions on this outlaws and demons course/ I've learned a lot straddled on opinions & accusations, but 2sided fences is my spiritual torch/ I'm Cook'n hot and even at a boil of me being so hypocritically & prodigally spoiled/ Back drafted and scorned into sin like I'm it's battery pack and coil/ But I'm of a pecking order, the hunter/gatherer in harvest of the worm holes that I hoard/ I'm an early bird'r French licked into the rule of a Spartan's war/ just call me Larry, the Celtic running magical courts/ With my heart skydiving championship tours, and just for sport I'm the memorabilia of the parquet floors/ Tell'n stories in times of surprise @ the meeting of a revival's workhorse. A Nighwolf haunts the moon providing the goosebumps that rise up in form/ Provision guiding eye sights of the 3rd kind sparking the light of the Earth's 🌎 global warmth/ And The Doppler said that i'm a major rain storm. Falling hypocritical into a hail like force/ Collateral damages is the spoils of my Karma's rhetorical intercourse/ And I've been on both sides of this spiritual war/ I'm rising up like helium with a loud & funny voice/ Long after the world said I was done and stuck with the pitch fork/ But I'm the plains of honest truth and I write it wrenched into torque/ With so much compression it's like my pen runs off gravity and not the horse/ My soul searches confession for the angels singing in Heaven's choir mid chorus/ Faithfully hoping they know my heart has a door/ And a spirit dwells within the most evil horn/ sounding out charmful codes to the heart of the good man, the sinner and the saint's adornded/ But the sounds with no interpretation of the morse/ It's the voice ignored that's competing with The Lord/ Playing the strings of no hope, but Satan's instrument's the most powerful notes in accord/ Always tunning Jesus into complicated chords/ I sin daily but Im growin even more/ I bloom all fertilized in this spiritual soil/ And I'll toil to the sun rays of God's glory evermore,, forevermore/