like in old Jerusalem haunting them streets one god 12 man christ like gangsters bad a organized crime cosa noster believe in the super natural power of faith in the mind can bep weak unto the the wrong sounds all arounds catch u in the rebound old demons think they slick got them boobie traps for them they wisper to all them sound blinded hard head state of mind fools gots to get on my grind gotta quota to keep castin out 7hundred thousand demons before the sun rolls up ol satan make a sport of me trying to humiliate the holy man in front of these people of the city that have snares of the devil when they look at me its like know im getting paid top dallor to cast demons all day every chance i get i cant help it came out my momma womb like wit the war cry of the holy war ghost machine suited and booted in the flesh and blood bone as i peer out this tomb appointed to my soul for a short amount of time sarrow and mysery after love left burdens of a mexican prophet of the trenches front line like in Normandy ww2 stormin on them fools town to town until the anti christ kills him self and heads back to hell i aint right i aint left im still Alfredo Segovia aivoges orderfla grand master holy warlock of christ massiah