13. (SOB) Sons Of Belial

Of terror, scorned..

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What’s green with envy?
Obscene conception
What dreams are empty?
Extreme rejection..

Inheriting
Conspiracies
Of fear that breed
A death cult:
Apparently
Their parenting’s
A heresy:
It’s dead wrong..

Fathers were the watchers
Satan is their patron
Paupers cursed the daughters:
Matrons then to vagrants..

Cost of birth is squalor
Bankin couldn’t save em
Mock em for their dollars
Thank em for the payment..

Snakes, and wrath will charm em:
Alive, designed to die
Fate will laugh the hardest
But I will cry and cry

Tho tears of hilarity
(Oh dear, it’s embarrassing)
Not as much
As God in love:
Despair’s such a parody..

God is love
Laws are thus
Fear soaked in kerosene:
Laws are what
All combust
Ergo, conspiracy..

Path will end, beginnin
With backwards premonitions:
Satanic mental prison
Is pattern recognition..

Lackin any vision
Or path of heaven in em
A pattern’s
For an actor:
The act is then beginnin

The pattern meant to end it:
The rats will never question
The pattern of their effort
Or patter of their exit..

Trapped, pathetic, desperate
They’d love for you to join them
Can’t, cuz heaven sets us
Above a jeweled toilet..

Snake is just their nature
Their soul is dark to everything
Fake in their behavior:
They pose as our identity..

Graven with the snake’s fear
Control’s the shard of entropy
Faith is what they hate where
Their own departs but never leaves..

Rapists take their same fear
To go disarm their enemy
Patience of the saints here:
Their only card is empathy..

Looks like - same as
Seems like - is that
Lookalikes ain’t that
Dreams die pitch black..

Goodnight, riff raff
See pride’s kids napped
Good shines - it lasts..
Greed’s like dick flash..

The lawless ones..

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The sons of Belial
Verse the images of God
The trust of a child
Verse the prisoners of law..

It’s just for awhile
First beginnin with the fall
It’s just for a smile
Sure I’m grinnin - it’s the law..

Prophets of projection
Of all their imperfections
Onto their defendants:
God - if we’re descendants..

The objects of deception
The fallen ones’ obsession
The law of love detests em
Of fraudulent conception..

Law is love’s exception:
A fault is what is fenced in
The fallen ones’ descendants’
Default is thus offenses..

A lawless love forgets mens’
Flaws and just amends them
The law of love’s dependence
Is flawless cuz it’s friendship..

But all the sons of devils
Are flawed because they’re.. devils
A lawless love rejects em
The law of love: Their sentence..

But law is all they have to use
To problem solve - they lack the truth:
Truth is love
And truth’s above
All the laws their ladders use..

Backwards too, cuz that’s a chute:
Attic roof to granite tomb
Backwards too, a pattern’s proof:
Have to use a backwards view..

A pattern is a template:
Backwards to the end state
That is where they met fate
As afterbirths it menstruates..

Moon blood
Doomed from
Womb
Consumed son..
You cunts
Grew up
To just
Rule none..

School lunch
To us
Who just
Use trust..
To love
You just
Fool, thus
School sucks..