False II ♪ ♫ ♬

Ascertaining your house for God rock of Bethel,

Rather displaying for all to see youre rather Babel, as you Babel On like babylon 

The fortune that your 500 eyes have settled upon, glory gone, empty, frail where Heavens pearly gates shall prevail, aint that a tale?

For a wise man to say, on that day when all knees are bowed and tongues come to say

Hey isnt that the king they meant to slay, yet He stands right before us here Today.

We are in a reputable dance with the devil.

An immortal technique thats been known to fall short of unique, interest piqued, as you understand how much a house remains foul, how much it reeks with the bleak critique, to those lacking in spiritual physique, spewing words nice and sleek.

Eventuality finds itself upon the leader of the wolfpack, a certain bastion of crows, squawking and circling, a proud circle of screeching murder, provocating the enticement that death expels as they gather in a chattering symphony of malice and slander, following into a suit of demonic banter.

Like some spiritual decanter, nothing can account for the transgressions which cannot make way through fine filter but rather sits still like sludge

One can no longe sieve the whisper, that has followed, accused and sought to destroy every last integer.

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As the cruelty of a sanctioned cause is made a venir to those who hold an appaling tribute to the tyranny that appears lovely until the bars are seen, an invisible prison with bars you cannot see, until the warden walks swiftly to accost and accuse those who blindly be, in an age of pure calamity, devoid of tranquility.

Peace bought at the price of tragedy, slathered in the vinegar of Satan's vulgarity, made aplenty, dignified blasphemy perpetuating insanity to a kind of mind that lives out Romans 1, God's wrath carefully.

As the teachers hold false pretense, acting rather furtive and intense in an ability to recompense those who listen with tickling ears to the fancies of a man speaking illicit intricacy into a dynasty that ceases to breathe life but remains broken and dusty from a whole philosophy, that you and me ought to be presented blissfully, without impunity, to a cornucopia of entitlement in wistful thoughts of decadent serenity found through false prophecy and spiritual education drawn out poorly.

Its insane, the detrimental cost of casting Christ into a second crucifixion, as the world sits in pain and hail Hell's whore as messiah rather than the glory that settled and sat still upon those who would hear God's will. As it would fill, and continue to instill, the value set high upon a hill.