Dragon.
Here the sounds of light mingle like the death song that the dead sing constantly. the old saying;”the Devil goes to Texas for summer vacation.” But I decided to come to the end of the road (Schenectady) instead for my vacation (evil grin). This place is good as any to abide here in up state New York. but it’s not like I didn’t leave “others” in my stead (711 Bell).
The towns here are older than the constitution, and have a deep rooted self loathing for themselves. So I walk this land like the old “Puritans” as smoke and shadows. Seeing the “damned souls” just living a existence lower than worms. When I move the spirit there’s none that can resist me. Many people make “bargains” with darkness and think in their hearts that they can out wit ,or welsh on a deal that’s been made.” A divinity does shape your end.”
Oh how the world swoons at the words flowing from within me. See how all that’s been told has come forth and full of life from the “void”. All that is and happen now is according to my plan. Look how even the skies reverberatethe energy that I’ve projected. time and space aligning themselves to my will. Many are witnessing true and absoluteness. Look how many deludethemselves in falseness attributes of rightness. Many have tried to stop my perpetualarrival. But now realizing the new era of a dark sun rising. But truly a dark era for man has come.
Like I’ve said before;” I’m the “necessary evil”, for it’s necessary now to break those whom deem themselves righteous but have caused more harm and death for many in a name that’s been nothing but an “echo” dying out.
Psychic breach:(Ghetto version)
Don’t prey now bitch nigga, also getting “fluffy” will not help your poor situtation. Plus I strongly suggest that you watch your thoughts and what you say in the “dark”. Do you really want to play with a Devil? For I’m the Dragon of whom all have had me on their “lips”. The true fullfillment of the end incarnate. All that’s happenning is according to my “will” my “intent”. From the “shadows” I’ve whispered in the ears of men and angels. driving, and shaping their ends. It’s best that you entertain me like a jester. I do have a sense of humor even though it’s a sick one.
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