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I say I want to have blood gushing, tons of it, like Noahs flood coming
I want you dead, I dont want no concussion. Your dead body imma start stuffing
Strike this gun like a percussion
The cops are gonna think its just a gone wrong mugging, standing there huffing
No bluffing, straight roughing, bullet to the brain-straight through touching, Im gonna push, push, and
push like Im plumbing; cosmic radiation after the gun-nothing but humming.
If I pull this trigger, Ill be looking at a mirror with a drop dead reflection
Am I God? Im a flawed human at odds, thats my confession
Who am I but a man God gave life to? Hes staring down at me as Im planning to strike you
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: my two existing principles contrast with each other
Love life? I only cling to the thought of my mother.
Convinced I should just cleanse, eradicate, then on his body masturbate, that just makes sense
On the other hand, in one single motion, well be the same man, both banned from Gods devotion.
I have pure intentions; did I mention eye for an eye for sure vengeance
Dear Mr. Omnipotent give me a vision, so his sins can be forgiven-by all means intervene, because my will Ill impede on this disease that ruined my reality.
Im magically conflicted, wanna drastically inflict a horrific event where even the ballistic come out-explicit. But if I do will I be forgiven? Or will God be so livid hell reign down apocalypticCausing a war between Heaven and Hell, wont go into specifics but even the critics wont be cryptic.
Listen, lets be realistic this isnt my real ambition cause I went from sane brain to autistic.
If I shoot, Ill beg the Devil to have mercy, hell understand my journey-because he knows what its like to lose once Jesus turned early thirty.
My heart discerns, burns and somewhat yearns for his soul to crawl with worms.
The marriage between Heaven and Hell will have an everlasting effect
Because it's gonna take William himself to come down and put me in check.
Dear Mr. Omnipotent, I have a proposition I know youre listening-Ill lead, Ill follow, Ill bleed of sorrow, Ill heed-I just need to see thee today and not tomorrow.
The hands of time has had several ticks, I look around hoping for a sign, nothing-so I grip the clip
A mother willing to defy all odds, killing if it means her son is a God
As a child inhales his mothers breast, she feeds him life thus that child is blessed.
When a mother prays: God acknowledges, whether blemished or flawless-alcoholic or honest, at this moment the mother is polished-he that be omnipotent looks down at his daughter and hears her prayer-he stops what hes doing and hes right there.
God will listen and prayers hell fulfill and there isnt anything beyond his will
Hell cure millions, hell expose the dealing if you're fearing the institution just to let his daughter live
A mothers womb embodies the same traits of Jesuss tomb-thus its safe to assume that once that mother prays shes able to flip the coffee table-rip the Holy of Holies then and then only does he that be omnipotent stops as if her life is fatal-He is eternally grateful and listens as a mother near a cradle.
The mother is the first teacher; the mother is there right after Easter
Thats what you took from me, a mother, unable to be there like she had an absentee
I should take the same like a last name, unfortunately for you she died, what a shame
I pull back the clip, this is it, emotions imploding as the metal kisses his lips.
If death came tonight, Id be no better than you despite our plight
Well maybe just a slight, plus if I do God might smite.
But Death doesnt come for the Archbishop, he couldnt be so vicious
Lord if you continue to shield-his death it will yield .
Gun pointed-he that be omnipotent would be my witness, if he wasnt too busy to visit
Twist it, now its aiming at me; Im highly malicious. Am I that ambitious?
Whats worse than death? Christmas! Because he sees my condition and didnt give me a vision.
Put the gun in my mouth as if to kiss it, death: my only ambition
Death to the riches, because to God were all dead isnt that a little suspicious?
Took it out my mouth and placed it on his forehead- Kill us both? Horrid!
God stop me, because his death will be gorgeous!
His eyes dilate, Shhh. Im tryna concentrate. Internally I debate-Should I desecrate your soul just to fascinate? NO I must show restraint
I take it off his forehead. Maybe were all dead? But to God I must obligate
Shoot. Pow. Now were both roommates.