Many times I have died under the guise of a mortal
I do not deny I may not like the taste of what it takes to try
many times, live and die in the blink of an eye of the immortals
89th rendition of this cosmic lie, before we die try to make more of light.

My heart's a Sicillian wedding
Plays host to a few vendettas
Mask, black hat and tux
Just like a treasonous zealot

They call me Walking Eagle
Just too full of s⛧⛧⛧ to fly
Stop and think tho'
how the f⛧⛧⛧ I get so high?

We're True Gods with False Teeth
the inanity of a suburban OD
the fall of Human Kind
we're feral up in the eaves

My vivacious vindictive elective motive to thrive in conditions
met with ephemeral visions devils enacting precision
Cut from the forest we're driven to live in ferrous frames of Eden
kneeling watching paint peeling, if only they would raise the ceiling

They fed us lies that left us thrice blind
In the dark we revel in the temple of our mind
Witness the revented anti-christ
The miracle of blood turned cold to ice

After life I etched premonitions in my palms
The Lapis Lazuli shone upon my song
We die before birth with facts as we had them
Remember the sound of the contrafactum

Human procreation is monitored
Bureaucracy of our intra-galactic composite
Nurtured knowledge equates destruction
Thrive for creation ala caustic

C lones I ntelligence A gencies sent
For our timelines, torn and spent
Behest of apathy, bereft of Master's whip
The greatest of the pharaohs must have left in a ship.

Let it be known on this shellish world
Of the network, and how it's sewn
I like to embrace knowledge, like to let it go
Study the windswept patterns of Snoe

On your throat, they lay their hand
Gleam glistens green, they intend to take
They around you grin and stand
Extract method, barathary gland at stake

Earth sick grey, the hidden fallacy
With third-eye psoriasis, they laid the seed
Pushing the sickness upon us, we the enemy
Back-handed sleight of hand, our aura bleeds

Chakras alight, feel thy kundalini
Risen now, the Satanic progeny

Wizard sick in a terrarium with lizards peering down
Atmospheric conditions have me chained to the ground
Hark here's the call, hark hear the sound
Your soul won't be in the lost and found, n⛧⛧⛧⛧.