[Objective]

The palette of dominance paints a picture of violence
fueled with confidence, saints can't scripture the silence
that marks the battlefield, it sparks what the cattle wields
that'll yield against my army of sharks with human shields.
As we embark;
Get the cues in there when Lucifer's abusing queers,
the truth is here polluting fear, I keep it as a souvenir.
They're accusing air for oxygens foxy lens, my optic pens
writes against humanity, my reality's a toxic cleanse.
He's on the fence dropshotting the hens,
stop mocking the sense, it's fucking intense.
Can't knock the suspense, cockgobblers pretends
they're harder than friends with shock charging defense,
we're bombarding your dens at your departments expense,
a destroyer, no lawyer can judge our apartments defence.
Tom Sawyer's offense doesn't know what honor is,
you bitches can't front my PHD in being chauvinist.
Unless you're me you got no reason to be an optimist,
nothing is stopping this, I'm your personal apocalypse.