"Thee priests the Levites, and all the tribe of Levi, shall have no part nor inheritance with Israel: they shall eat the offerings of the LORD made by fire, and his inheritance,"

(Deuteronomy 18:1).

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The pertinent like facts, encased in black.

For a matter a fact, Osiris laid on his back.

The Egyptian Gods then continue to stack.

Planetary systems on hold, it is then a wrap.

With the pen, it is lethal, the Book of Thoth is rough.

Under the rule of the Moon, understanding it, is really tough.

Fluff like souls, they wash away in the sea.

The Archangel Samael then given the Bottomless Pit Key.

Thoth is his name, his hand is what I rep.

The Elohim come together, we then took the first step.

Uptight, it's right, the Moon then glows.

The Book of Thoth in the wrong hands, goes out of control.

With wit, it was on demand, we fill the glass bowl.

A Levite at it's best, we write law on the go.

Borrowed from faith, the God in His prime.

Sweet and sour, like a warhead, flavors lemon and lime.