The Ermac (Inc)arnate (VII)

[The Draç (李)]

^"7Saying with a loud voice, Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters. ⁸And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication. ⁹And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand, ¹⁰The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: ¹¹And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name. ¹²Here is the patience of the saints: here are they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus. ¹³And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me, Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours; and their works do follow them,"

(Revelation 14:7-13).


To fall into temptation, Ermac comes as a thief at night.

Worshipping the Beast, instead of embodying the body of Christ.

Bread like grain, or be nourished by rice.

The fires of Hell itch like lice.



To pretend, to act, instead of playing, you're sacked.

Not paying your dues, you think like crap.

Time to rap, to administered those that are lost.

At the cost of your soul, to rinse and repeat, you cannot wash.



To torture with sauce, your hive mind that hurts.

The reptilian intellect, at the back of your mind, it lurks.

Word to the wise, live your life right.

That's when Ermac vanishes, out from your sight.