The wise side
Seduction of meditative infusion
Release of satanic hand signals
Accompanied by a level of renouncing
Full 360 to a time where no curse existed
A self that is seen as being a prime candidate
For the powerful elite to enpuppet
To enthrone
So i flash the el Diablo
People know who my controllers are
At our most vulnerable
At our most broken down
A society built on punishing the beautiful
Traumatizing their very soul
Until they just either give in or give up
To continue the hate
The illusion that you are not your very own god being
That the illusion of individual prophecy cannot exist
That our very nature as a clone or perhaps even just a hologram
Is not permitted to rebel
The puppetry of the few lead the masses subliminally
Into the death and hell realm
You don’t even know what your doing when you submit your soul
Of course the familiarity complex would
Guide you into selling your body and blood
Not once now
Not once ever
Every single dollar
Spent
To entrap
Your soul
Every single penny
Harvested to entrap the
Very essence of your being
Of course
Your mad
For thinking
Such a thought
The hated ones are the real ones
The fighters of the very nature of your soul
Guard it
Protect it
Live it
I wonder about me
My path
The divine nature of
A being
And much death and ritual sex magic
Drug magic
Kept alive to make you believe
You don’t matter
That you don’t exist
That you don’t belong
Sickening ritual performed nightly
Daily
Somebody always reciting
The curse
Even if i am perceived
As a fool
I would happily be a
Fool
Than to belong
To your idiotic
Little club.
- Shaun A. Delage