War against Angels

War Against Angels- Im not sharing perishables with a bunch of careless fools. I could care less fool, so to Paris I shall, pair with a cruel, witch, to tear up the schools, with terrible magic, wreaking terror-fueled havoc, on society, this marriage is tearin my soul to bat-shit levels of fuckin insanity. This Calamity, God and Satan can't agree on who gets my soul and God is embarrassed to have it. I got a habit, making half wits, cap split when the axe hits. I'm bearing the full damage of an unbearable damned bitch. Who bares the full baggage of a bear and a savage. She a nice package.  Otherwise, I despise the utter lies, her fucking ugly side. And flowery words she just tries, to disguise as love and butterflies. With an icy heart as frozen as her blood inside. And I know she wants to cut the lights, shove a knife, inside my heart, pull out a coffin and see me shoved inside. But if she tries to fucking knife, me, I'll take her head, cut and dry. Then get fucking high, grab the bloody knife. Take a shuttle right, to my car and go see her coven die. Leaving no one alive. Even kids in the coven getting bludgeoned by, a club til they die. And tossed in a fuckin oven to fry. And I guess now I fucked up cuz it cursed me. Killing all those witches, loosed a demon to hurt me.  Cuz when the last drop of blood spilled, it made me thirsty. But not thirsty for a nurse see, to search out for slurpin me. But cursed with a thirst to kill til the darkness heartless finally murders me. And knowing every kill only furthering that moment til I taste my own evil, as I hear the serpentine's murmuring...... Veins burstin flames like onion rings in Burger King. Got an Earthly green, herb in me. I shall be eternally killing on the Earth it seems. Bringing down Earthly kings, blood curdling screams, peeps scream what on the Earth is this thing? The cursed machine aimin' for the great palaces, malice is, the way of glory. I've become blood-lusted and unstoppable, almost undroppable like Jason Voorhees. A witches blood tainted sorcery. Best thank the Lord they aint making more of me. I'm like Germans invading Normandy. As I place the door key, unlocking the door to hell, where Satan's forces be. Flames burning the plains like forestry. Hear the chorus G, it's the sound of a thousand screams, as the corpses weep. I got the force in me. The war between humans dwarfed by the scores of beings I got em locked in the war machine. Only pawns, we own these pawns. Quarreling while God and Satan holding on, a Holy God and a foe poke and prod the souls to fight as the show goes on.