22k, the bloodiest mary crawling out the crypts of victorville california, talkin ie shit, sbc shit, hd shit, ca shit, this where desert mutant motherfuckers rise up out of beeeyooootch,,,

you been awoken to the roof collapsin from the flame
death of grimoire spoken truths began to pack the pain

hidden books of moses, i will walk across the sea
with symbols, prose, and power, mold an image out of me.
itll live until the earth convulse in its fit
calvinist vision, born to die in hell, eh,
the sins limitless

Why must i not be saved?

its the painting flagg, that painted pictures that depict your face
its a mangled canvas, a barbaric taste inside your eyes
and this exhibit wakes me as i rise up every night

mappin the face, mappin the taste, mappin the eyes and the pace
enter a body my same size,, flaying me, takin my brain
red eyes, like drag takes, bad tokes, how am i sane?
hits of rage, see you taking big swigs of sin, tastes of moonshine

how do it feel to be livin in, tappin right into the videodrome
witnessin image and picture, the sight of inviting it
into ya home
pickin apart everything is a start, the departed should keep bein known
but itchin to figure it leavin you wishin that you was the peep wit the chrome

(huh!) why!!!!!!!!!!!!!! me!
finger flesh get melted in the heat,
seem forgetful of the fact you got to see
that the seat is cashmere, peer the visions of a higher priest,
seated at the feast!

dummy dummy dummy,
blind exacerbate the loss
its funny, money cannot buy the life of pentacost
god and spirit, will you find a way to bear my stress
awful to hear this i forget why im here in this mess

peerin wit the eyes

eyes of control
hands hold both
teetering ropes
dance til you dont
look around bae,
the choice been made even
wit a fist raised
cant move in a chain
sin of three sides,
pray to the skies,
the ones thatll curse,
curse you to die,
born into vice,
hello, pretty snakes,
pretty in the eyes,
icky for the face,
image of a man born
out of despise,
now the picture flipped,
mirror has surprise

feelin like spikes,
needle inna hand,
never think twice when
it's your command,
now on the end where,
stabbed in the face,
no say in the fate.

FUCK IT

ONCE IGNORED, ASCEND TO WRITE HIS OWN REVELATIONSSSS
NOT MEANT TO WEAR THE FOLD BUT ITLL BALANCE OUT THE BEATING SUN
THAT BEATIN DOWN OUR PEOPLE TIL WE WELTED AND WE CUT,
YOU BITTY FUCKS ALL LOOK SMALL FROM HERE UP.

I STRIKE DOWN GREAT PLAGUES OF ANGER AND FLOOD THE EARTH
TO BEGIN ANEW. THIS IS MY FINAL ACT BEFORE MY WINGS MELT, BEFORE IM STRUCK DOWN TO WHERE THE DIRT LIVES.

califaz dungeon (4-15-25 | 6:32 pm)

his voice, the ivory-brandished tones that unfurl the tightened knots in his mind like water, seamlessly flowing through any crevice that dare hinder its path.

califaz dungeon (4-15-25 | 6:32 pm)

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