The Book of Jinn and Genies

[Nigma]

The Book of Jinn and Genies


Behold the Sphinx; this here is an ode to kings
Donating souls, I bring them gold from Minskt
Wholesome prince, the last kin active, throne in eclipse
Metaphorical foe that persists, twisted horrors in kids
Smashing through glorious castles like Kraken through masts
Acid attacking growth from an enfant corroding decicion
Light of the cross shines an open window hopelessly driven
Aligning chakras minding good and evil, grow in the middle
I was taught by the author I should notice the symbols
Trees, life. Oceans, soul. Combine and move on
With three eyes focused you may find ya may not like what ya saw
Lightning is falling when it signal off the light and knowledge
When quakes are violently spawned, war is likely to follow
Grinding might be alarming, some ponder if its right or its wrong
Either light or it's dark, night or the dawn - crusts pull with diety arms
But those survivors live on, cut throats who violent in thought
Up close their eyes look on to the sight, utmost giant of storms
Uh oh! The Lions been charmed, rush home tonight and succumb to it
The catalysts of this is species which is stuck full of utter twits
The beasts are the government breeding out demon incumbants
That feed off freedom and will until their greed is uncovered
Do you feel like a person? Cause you're sheeple to others
I see when valiant in force, they will crown the immortals
Message soundless yet warns like when pounding in morse code
Beauty born with a sword close, cold thorns on a warm rose
Discovered the mason culture in the Brazen Altar's lore
So, that's praying in award shows, who say that they adore you
Its paying for support, playing vulture villain for who don't change
Till skin decays within a dark tomb and fades off into charcoal
Plainly put, our hopes plagued, I'm blaming the apostles


Mr. E Nigma