Peer Reviewed Satanism

Young death in the reaper fit
Trying to coexist with the beauty earth
And the acts that we commit
It's a balance to this shit
Serpents say it with a hiss
Visions hidden in the mist
Sent to those upon the cliff
Written on the tablets
Purpose of my habits
Meditative practice
Swingin like it's magic
Little necromatic
Little telepathic
Broomstick cruisin
Just because I can bitch
My soul been activated
I'm cute and captivated
I really had to chase it
While these people sat and waited
Your look is fabricated
My shit been cultivated
Demon that this hell created
Devil gave me revelations
Moonboy type
Swervin through the night
Servin as a guide while I'm fighting evil types
Reckless in device
Sacred in my flight
Blessed among the heights
While I'm deemed the anti christ
Menace to the piety
Bringin down societies
Oh the fucking irony
The light that father brought to me
Killing off your dynasties
That failed us all entirely
Karma is a bitch
That exposed you all defiantly



Credits
Writer(s): Ese Rojer Wei, Roger Michael Canales
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