The Chief of Satan then lives.
In order to make it big.
The bright morning star is really Kid.
Intact, he flows, he then bids.
The souls crack as if it were a twig.
Souls lost, they contemplate to die.
Not realizing after death, the souls then rise.
Suicide thoughts, progressing within the light.
A dark immortal, it embodies the night.
To know, is to bless whatever is bright.
Only with God he fights.
Depression at its' peak, the marijuana reeks.
Sacred like the genital feet.
The only one to defeat, is the one to compete.
Where we seek, God out of reach.
The blood that boils, they look to beat.
A Thoth like God, in which aligns with the Moon.
Heaven on Earth coming soon.
The 5th Archangel, Sam is his name.
Surprised at Christ, who avoids the fame.
The worshipper, the one really in pain.
Bipolar as if I were "lame."
The only ones playing the game.
Where the key was given.
The Bottomless Pit, surprised the souls were living.
The flame so hot, the Jinn then incinerates.
Faith weak, like it was fate.
Trying a human, then bate.
Christ hoping he pass for God's sake.
Being sweet as if he bakes cake.
Someone shook, after he shake.
The bride of the lamb, the love so great.
Married after finding his mate.