The ones that lust for material gains.
The Angel, for fame, plays the death like game.
Abducting souls for a just cause.
Eating everything in sight, like a pig that hogs.
Absolve all sins, in God we trust.
The kundalini like feeling, they forever do lust.
In which, He abides, He lives with pain.
The opposite of right, but far from insane.
The lanes, the terrain, the desert with no rain.
Hot like Seraph, lifts like crane.
Born from darkness, the one like Bane.
Cypress Hill, "Insane in the Membrane."
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