Whatever you choose I lose And here I am again Lying in the rain Embodiment of pain Got to get away from here As I learned through the years Nothing is special Nothing is dear In all of my fears the worst is yet to come Reminisce of remiss In my youth I was free to care And I dared to dare All of my potential here To gamble away my years At a 9 to 5, a slave To dollars wasted away A retirement fund busted To nothing in my way To mirrors that concave From the spirit’s malevolence They couldn’t make me disappear With whispered threats To end me there I persevered in my indifference I chose to not care Or give credence to the blasphemies from thin air But the diagnosis of bipolar psychosis Could not change the facts of my experience Was it god, the devil, the demons or the angels haunting me there I played exorcisms in latin to Arabic to try and purge the evil from the air But Satan stood laughing trying to break my faith Tucked my wings, took the motherfucking trip, 1,000 yard stare as I descend into the pit, my advice is to put emotions on ice, watch and learn, adjust to a temporary way of life, they push my buttons, try to make me flip but I’m slick, I reverse their shtick, I’m the LorD Abaddon, Apocalypse Angel to the Fifth, a battle hardened vet holding Keys to the pit, I am Death looking at the dead, with a crown of horns, halo, hellfire brands on my forehead, I triple 5’d to begin the end, I’m 666 triple 7’s to become the LorD, scythe out makes me Wehyah to the 8, an eternal’s nightmare, I’m their First, This LorD put ‘em in the dirt, I am what I am moving to the 9, they didn’t know? This piece of shit is Divine, funny as shit when they merc this dick, I resurrect to ghost ‘em quick, an angelic myth blood sick murder addict Grim Reaper in this bitch, I’m the Devil as I hit the top, burning down their Heaven, welcome to the plot to balance their betrayal by scaling the unweighed spots, I never stop when I go, I eternity chop, a guillotine lip lop makes heads drop to blood spots make it clear that I’m the boss that don’t need a shot to prove what I got when I’m already at the top that can’t be knocked to the rocks from my LorD spot, I’ll never be GoT by a former throne that never learned or burned, it merely yearned to be what it cannot, so it imitates what it “stole” and lost, an infinite state with a low level replay that irritates every mind in the occupied space to drive creation wide catastrophe and this Creator steps in to sort the weight of the cost of another paradise lost