contemplation on building a nation of saving souls for this vacation in a rose filled with weed seeds so this type of thing is what i need in my darkest days i got a spark a flame come ride the wave hold up your hands be brave cus we cant escape this maze called society im an other worldly being in a dimension of the unseen cant you believe what i write charged with lights from the most high in the sky as they say my face changed from white to red why that cus as i laughed i took a chance with the devil and had several demons teach me lessons on leaving them bleeding death is attractive and for that im a magnet my madness is not in the past tense or future brain smarter than a computer armed with a ruger terminator im a machine that is so clean you cant make me obsolete practicing wickedness in these streets to hell i finish before i go though i had to sell my soul at an award show where i was sworn in as a mason famous is my only aim and desire so i had to write my bars like a wire attached to a light pole im so cold not even frozen snow can cause me to shiver as i deliver these words for the birds bring in the crows and a torch pentagrams all on my porch im not a scam im scorched from where i lit a flame to my skin lets begin with a ritual where we cull the masses with religion and classes my vision is darker than Stevie Wonder glasses can you imagine these dragons crash landing on the planet so scared i had to abandon my underwear fathom that my dad.