Due to my work with the fallen, there have been many changes.

Contact your demon to confirm. If you're having difficulty contacting them it may be because they are no longer where you met them.

Beezlebub prince of envy promoted to King Emperor Archdemon of Hell, Emperor of Principalities with only one fallen above him, the original. The origin of independent will, separate from The Creator. The Undivine.

Asmoday King of demons promoted to King of…

One to breathe.

Peekaboo, can you see?

My Sun that reps Li.…

The Lemurian Naga is always at peace.

Too expensive to keep, the Grim Reap that depletes.…

The story at last, the Sun runs out of gas.

To cash in the thought, the criminal then caught.…

As I met your mom.



You were way ahead of your years.



Thinking about your birth.



Brings me to tears.



Nothing you then fear.



As you sleep, you're in the clear.



I cannot wait...



Until you're of age, and have your first beer.



Wishes that…

Syrup like slow, a cake for the Pan.



Slowly but surely, you will become a fan.



Aries the Ram, Sam-I-AM.



Time to perform in front of the cam.



Butterfly knife, .45 on the hip.



At…

To roc da mic.

Add an "e" for hype.

The vampiric love bite.…

Hip-hop.



Crop top.



Poppa Doc.



From the 3lock.



Alienate fame.



The Dragon we tame.



To heal the lame.



To play the game.…

Ripe to the touch, full to the rim.



Is…

To race or to stop, the top of the can that pops.

Marijuana crops, the plant we then chop.

Sols laid to rest as the sun then sets.

By…

Wanting to fuck, but down with the beat.

A children's sol hung in the balance, the energy we keep.

Their blood is cheap, to continue to creep?

The wheat and tare situation, do you still want us to reap?

Follow along, it's a straight line.

The 3lind leading the blind, their blood we drink, the wine.

Sand, so fine... It's about that time.

Residual hustle, the suit doing the crime.

Hello All,

This is another duo of freshly minted "Jewels of Truth" statements from the angels. One on the Holy Masters which seems to be more so directed at the Vatican regarding the Ecumenical Body. (I had to look up that word just to see what…

Tip top fat, the Matt who continues to crap.

Wanting to be England, and say, "How ya doing chap?"

Not wanting to goal, his dad continues to fold.

His soul then bought, his soul then sold.

All for show, they then release.

The paper then folded, it has a tight crease. 

Now you have to take the Mark of the 3east.

Wanting to join, the Illuminati at peace.

the 3luetooth Blue, the one that's played for a fool.

The bitch that rises, and stills goes to school.

Worshipping her (g)od, she worships a tool.

Continuing to feed, and having to use stool.

What's cool, what's not? The cream of the crop.

Beheaeded like a dumb fuck, they wanting to chop.

At last, they fell, they said, "Please stop!"

When they pray, they look down, instead towards the top.

Meat cleaver chop, the red sign that says stop.

The cream of the crop, and smooth like wine.

Wanting to whine, the German Nazi feels fine.

Until 10 minutes, he then curses, and dies.

Wanting to try, to try to amount.

Rothchild lost to Li, I lost fucking count.

Now you know, your show promotes sick.

The Syd bitch that dies, who dies not as a Crip.

The fool that's wet, it snows.



Trump once again running against Joe.



The Asiatic Negro, Rigel like toe.



Their rap was robbed, their flow.



At 12:00 o' clock, the show.



Cry me a river, wanting to row.



You have no rights with me.



In which, your 3lind, you can't see.



His name is Mark, in hal3.



Matt's dad that fell, and has to read brail.



His son, he fuckin, his gal.



His s0l…

Ripped into pieces, the floor littered with shit.

The guy rockin' red, and thinking he a crip.

At the tip of Las Vegas, only having a lone chip.

Cannibalism at it's finest, the 3lood that then drips.

The fruit that's ripe, he looks to the cuddle.

His faith then shattered, his (g)od then crumbles.

Falling down the stairs, we call that tumble.

His (g)od then looks to fuckin' rumble.

First is worse, the 2nd the best.



Viruses that commune, it continue to finesse.



Stick out the chest, DJ Khaled, we're the best.



I don't give a fuck about you, I'm not repping your crest.



Always a test, the "kid" laid to rest.



Incarnate your (g)od what's more is less.



Hypnotic like glare, you can't fuck with…

Uphold, four gold, the cocaine, the blow.

The idiot like (g)od, who don't give a fuck, and say, "So?"

Draconian like depth, his grandfather in debt.

A preacher of nothing who continues to make bets.

Lightwork like rep, his s0n needs to take a step.

Birthing his (g)od, his mother then crept.

One that leapt, he aligns down low.

He lost all his light, the nightlight don't glow.

White as snow, his s0l got to go.

Bumping to the beat, what they call show.

The flow, the heat, precipiation, the rain.

All he wants his money, his s0n to reach fame.

His grandchild, all gone, the s0l reaches the peak.

He fell from "Heaven", his s0l got to creep.

His God, Caucasian, his blood then cheap.

Drinking his sustenance, that continues to seep.