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Vanity of vanities saved the preacher
Vanity of vanities in all vanity
What profit a man of all his labor which he have taken under the sun?
One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh
But the earth abideth forever
The sun also ariseth and the sun goeth down
And hastened to his place where he arose
The wind goeth toward the south and turneth about unto the north
It whirleth about continually
And the wind rеturneth again according to his circuits
All the rivers run into thе sea yet the sea is not full
Until the place form whence the river come
[?] they return again
All things are full of labor

I’m bedeviled
My trip to the underworld will have to be rescheduled
When I should pray, I squeeze metal
I put them in a grave well beneath sea level
See inside my mind, I’m unsettled
It’s a holy war where good and evil wrestle
A killer priest is where nightmare and thriller meets
“I’m writing a masterpiece”
Along the black hills, Dracula feasts
All alone while sitting on his throne, the baphomet seat
Last of his blasphemous speech
Fire, brimstone, magma, gems unknown
Screams, cringing bones, deep beneath hot springs and winds that comb
Sharp rocks, these are not wings
Psycho in a cyclone
Around the neck where their spikes shown
Melchizedek with the microphone
That infusing to Zeus
When I rhyme, lightning’s thrown
From astronaut to king
I write, my pen is made out of obsidian stone
I took it from Pandora’s box with my rings
Made from calcite and tourmaline
Then I write the horrors I’ve seen
Inside my writing book, their lightning pushed
I’m from the bloodline since the flood times that tormented my genes ’til I had a talk with [?]
Since then, I been irie
Taught me we were kings like Selassie and queens like [?]
To become one of the masters the more I practice
The more the stones turn blue with a white hue like the lapis
[?], patchouli, beach beauties, hippies from the ‘60s B-movies
Becoming attraction like Shem, Ham and Japheth
Shem, Ham and Japheth
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