My blessed son. Here I am, Arise or Fall
Mein you outdid yourself writing for All
I'm inscribing your call
Before they hammer your palm with a mall
I'm the defiant Angel in a Fog that befall
A serpent in your dream that when you close your eyes he stall
A proud nephilim standing tall
Everyone that Ma? Shall
Crawl back to Satan without a chance to recall
Demanding a soal back during the celestial crack at dawn
Or spawn as a swan with a longer life span
Peacock in any lawn like a brother with a Ball
Baal they meant to describe you backwards with
A pair or nasty horns that are too Small
Y'all cross to the other side of Nepal
Gib is abbreviated for Billy the rite of a Pal
I'm back and front
All around the earth
I can bring this all back to when it was just a pile of dirt
But more than one is worth
So I sometimes contort
Without having to wet or export
Those that enjoy a retort
For maximum comfort
There be those that alert
In the middle there to alert
No fear on this fort we play like a sport