i see the future whispered in the haze
a maze of words, positioned obscurely from my gaze
the infectious wound, created by our ignorant ways
destroying the waves of conglomeration
to form a nation of impurity, for the anti-deity
but to me, it be a vision of unity,
brought to you, by meaninglessness to create a mess
and test the masses, and enforce those best blessed;
summoning the ritualistic mentality of the inferior morality
and smite the rightful rulers of eternity
the illusion of fate, in reality transcribes the past
in other words; what you envision for your future creates your history
so it's no mystery, why we murder our brothers, we're selfish. hateful rulers of eachother.
my position is microscopic, chemical imbalances in my brain makes me psychotic
it's erotic, the way i grip mics
leavin them twisted, creating blistas
death before dishonor, death before birth
i wasn't born in a hospital, i was born in a hearse
but worse from a decaying womb, a resurrected pre-fetal organism brought to life
despite gods wishes, the devils son was born