Devil Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You're wanted as this number one posted in heaven; acclaiming to it the reality of it, defining the believed world: stating factors about its actualities that never existed.

Once exposed, you attempt to make this lie the truth, creating your own imagined version of this false actuality: projecting your own selfish intents pertaining to its thought.

You convinced others that you were a great seer; detailing your deposit viewpoint was foreseen ahead of their occurrence: using the various changes promoting yourself.

You became the outcast having to live and fulfill your statements about being locked in your demented creation.

Your attacking rage that blankets others, terminating any who you consider lesser: killing innocent lives to prove that you are superior.