sent down by God, almighty in its guise
to purify your thoughts with actions justified
classified as redemption, these signs of aggression
are a glimpse of whats to come, without indiscretion
a blessing some would say, the end is getting close
the signs are all around you, the scheme is grandiose
bellicose in their actions, now fathom the stochastic
brain dead netcees tryin be enthusiastic
its drastic, or worse, this verse got a curse
bathed in a flow baptized by a church
as the search tests the rates of survivability
we know the results before they were revealed to be
that everyone is stuck, hope is lost and gone
fiegning inspiration from Bibles, Tripitakas, and Qur'ans?
its beyond any faith, the evidence is lucid
cause God thinks text rappers are polluted
the fluid in your body, is toxic and degenerates
coagulated flows over time excommunicate
thats why ur never happy, dejected and disphoric
its like you forget where the lines in your mind have been sorted
metaphoric symbols, esoteric visions
will all point to god if you look with a precision
divisions of excisions based on the decision
to liquidate ur thoughts by habitat demolition
as interventions lost, text leagues will be the start
and you did it to yourselves, so god has left you in the dark
the darkness that is I, the blackest of the void
staring at the screen as i tactically employ
a technical ploy, you'll be stuck in a shock
cause no writer defends, when gods evil descends, and sends you writer's block
