Devil Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

You're wanted as this number one posted in heaven; acclaiming to it this sad reality, 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, serving those proclaimed statements; having to live and fulfill those spoken realities: about being, becoming 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.