What is Destiny? What are you destined to be? A slave who knowns not the roots of the language they speak, starved, over worked, intentionally kept in captivity with a constant reminder that lies telling you and me that we are nothing without shiny new things, Idolize commodities. Oh the insanity, called to Ahura and he came to set me free, as above so below, a thoughtful sign send to me, little did I know others could hear and see the coming of the most high and they envy he who is chosen, attempting to dethrone him, postpone and condone to create a world full of drones where everywhere I look is NPC's and so I feel alone. So I spit on the stone, and hone a sword that of Metatron, sitting if on a green lawn in front of a white house, underneath secrets which it was built upon. They tried to break his heart and mind only to face, a level of heavenly protection and grace They tried to trigger, they tried to chase, I never knew them put them in their place Unable to understand how my clock ticks, unworthy of my blessings couldn't break my faith my faith There is no god chosen people, Juden is not a race, Germania is its origins of birth, subverted after Jebusites fell after inviting the wrong guests into their temple and them becoming jealous of the unleavened bread, and envious of the results of heavenly blessings of anu's cannons, smoke of the altar presented with insense, the Burnt offering of the sweet herbs essence envelops sorrows and leaves those who are suffering or restless feeling low, from the ground to a place closer to the most hight, the clouds connected to the water and so all context is stolen, plagiarized and grossly misunderstood, as it was used as a format to control those who had been masters to them, after a rebellion, they killed those who taught them how to live and speak and build, and attempted to take the city of angels, but didn't know the basics of farming and so the livestock starved, the crops never got planted, and the end result was over population, desperation, and ultimately cannibalism. For they knew not how to care for anything but drunken urges, sexual lust and adultery leaving a generation of Kuru minded barbarians, and my lineage makes me one, But I chose not to be engulfed by the darkness, but to shine in cast shadows like the blackened sun. Ahura rises once again, a flood of emotions and words to erase men's sins, a new mind and heart provided with a fresh start and a clean slate. A new state where innocence is treasured not feasted upon like weakness. No longer will my children be desecrated to appease these things calling themselves chosen who invocate and rely on black magik of demons. Begone with these heathens. Hell to heaven, water is the season. Heard all the prayers, It's time to act, for we see no reason to leave without first giving the people with love in their hearts something in which they can believe.
