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Fatal Wisdom:
I'm emotionless, periless..controlled the last garrisons..
Behold the vast areas patrolled by black chariots..
The menorah's last candle lit- Our horror played in mandolins
An Aura's made of halogens, Force composed of half my sins..
I'm traveling. And spawned from a paranormal normalcy..
Mechanicals controlling me, the only thing from holding me..
..From forcing diseases and using MY thesis of "Jesus"
My preach is stratigeous .. I'm a genius formed from Venus
Protected by CerBerus..I am satans adjacent
My placement: with masons, my cells wasted on Jason
From the beginning I was placed with my grimoire while light scorned
my torn scare tissue till I took on a true form
Formed from.. the last of Zeus’s organs..
the folded shroud of turin & everyone one of your sins
my loft tends to coffins we cough end to apostles
so hostile we wrote gospels based on nosferatu
Chorus (samples)
Yet call not this long life; and death shall have no dominion,
By being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
Yet call not this long life; but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
Ascetic:
I stand wit a staff on a tower of glass,
expanding mass with a powerful staff,
my hands grasp the grand task of scouring
the maps that lead to the castle where the aurin is kept,
you placid cowards ’ill cower as acid showers devour your flesh,
hear the howls of death eject from mouth of the foul
disemboweled wretch that lacked respect for the power of my sect
I mold forms wit a magus’ sword,
control storms like the hammer of Thor,
your torn corpse is ravaged and mauled,
by the ravenous dogs at the doors of my fort,
I was brought forth to command the grand hoards
the damned that don’t abide by the laws of the land,
we hold the rage and wrath of 10 mad bulls and ride
in to battle on the back of the Nazgul.
Chorus (samples)
Yet call not this long life; and death shall have no dominion,
By being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
Yet call not this long life; but think that I
Am, by being dead, immortal; can ghosts die?
Fatal Wisdom:
I put my susperstition..into a box of fatal wisdom
The prism of gifted rhythms force words to magnatism
I slash my victims with 6 types of knife incisions
My strife-filled visions will image till your blind from visage
I've lifted thoughts grave walked and changed art
My hate sparked to stave hearts our way marked from mammed parts
Fate's Ark with the Darkness of Ascetic
Runes fade to my left wrist; you're headless from Deaths wish
Once with candlesticks ...I conjured my own self
my demons contort hell from a scorned shell I perform spells..
I deform cells. then alter genes and chromosomes..
I wrote the oldest poem, this ghost has grown to own your throne
From what is known.. I'm invisible, invincible, into ridicule
your slit for jewels I diminish you..
“With Stijins tools we can begin the revolution,
it's audible evolution, we rule Rosicrucian”
