You're making an attempt to flee from the Luciferians
The earth bound demons that mask as human
And shift from the shape of your pals to Reptilians
They have greenish gray skin, are cold blooded, and non human
While cooking up their diabolical malevolent schemes
They intend to enslave and turn you into an automaton
You see a weird mark attached to their upper limbs
It's FFF which makes you hit the panic button
You wonder what it stands for, and hear them say,
''On the highwaty to hell, you'll face an adverse wind
And not in cash you are gonna pay your own way
Your confession will be heard by a Furtive Frightening Fiend''
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