On the run Not for fun It’s not a pun Don’t need a shun The tables Spun Cause I’m a son One with the gun Giving evil a stun Wrapped up like a bun We know we won Since it begun Burden of truth It weighs a ton Sown like a quilt No judgement, hun This one’s for you & Tetragrammaton Sananda you know It’s been all done… If you don’t cease, YOU better run @;) Say they’re Antichrists You’re who, what son? Last time we all checked, Christ is an Aeon and you ain’t one! & The Father God Monad ain’t San!! Sanat also translates out to Satan!!! And if God didn’t want a corrupt life, then why would he still make one? Even more such a fake one? Come awake and make the chains that bind you in your mind undone Release yourselves from their prison And from every kind of their poison(s) Christ within us our eternal horizon(s) The forces of evil throw their lies in The devil gets souls of who buys in The boy cries wolf & God cries sin, because if not then who would win? Usurpers grin… thinking it may spin, & they might just take it over again xD If you can comprehend, grab a pen Red rover come over or it’ll be Ben From rover to dover. Now or then? Please save us from this evil… TargetingExposed.com