I had a vision, a terrible sight.
unlike Jacob, I wrestle the fallen for the whole night.
rise of the moonlight, I transformed into a giant nephili.
a reptilian wolverine, choppin heads off like the slaughtering of those who refused the beast.
the tripple 6 mark, name of the dark government.
with no hesitation, saints punished for abrogation.
a lunatic congregation of depredation.
days come and goes, sunrise and set.
man at work laboring for a meal on the table.
but his condition is unstable, surviving spiritual tortures.
demonic spirits.
the war within is undefeatable, children dying, rapists and thieves possessed and empowered by invisible wicked ghosts.
I'm at war, with the same snake in the garden of Eden.
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