Week 2 - Flo Real vs Adonis - FLO REAL WINS

[Adonis]

1/1/1 B.C.

In the beginning there was light, alloy's and foresight.
Lush lands; vibrant greens gleaming in dark night.
A bright sun beaming through un-polluted skies.
No toxins existed that could dilute there true prize.
This small mineral created such a Jurassic misfortune.
Manufactured weather showed a species abortion.
Froze; from the land to the ocean.
And all so the Nephilim could begin the golden corrosion.
But extracting and shipping? labor un-fit for gods.
So ape gene's spliced to appease this alien job.
The brutes; a mindless workforce of drones.
Of course the Anunnaki deprived the wit of the clones.
But ignorance is bliss, and overtime Darwinian happens.
Fur recedes as knowledge increased the Nephiliam chasm.
The skulduggery passions, the whip and chain actions.
The need to rule a "lesser people" minus compassion.
But fathom; beauty is skin deep.... To put it simply,
our women were defiled ruthlessly.

It all began with the most rudiment noun.
"Slavery" hurt, but a pat on the head made the abusiveness proud.
As if dogs, we were pets. But as offspring strive for love and respect.
So as the craters were emptied and the worshiped Left.
The star children ruled as demi gods over sects.
But step-dad isn't father, so our hearts filled with regret.

Century's pass, the knowledge of parents buried by wind.
The triangled eye knows, but they don't share nor intend.
The holy grail concealed along with proof of creation.
A god died on a cross, as Nibiru watched the castration.

1/1/2022

Meet James Halton IV

A normal man, only part of the one percent.
Fed up with the Illumanati and there false pretense.
He spent the last ten years devising the scheme.
The thirteen bloodlines kept a record of all things.
Past and future, what's to come and why.
Its not as simple as grab and run, but even irony's suprised.
The spaceships approach our home, as the broadcast begins.
James explains our parents come with only good intent.
Shows the proof through the scrolls just as they land.
It's too late...

For every billion ants, there's only one raised in a farm.
So when the raid ensues, expect a fathers embrace....
With open Fire Arms.