Unholy, whorely, soulless in need of much rest,
will always be unreceived and never believed
as the righteous Kingdom folk of old
who proved niceness with soul.
Their brood ruined the ‘hood as Panthers made good use of cold –
steel wasn’t the great reveal, but the Will of GOD
to be at odds and not reduce Kingdom nation to devil’s station.
Whores are the enemy; sold out and not called to greatness,
they’ve distracted enough and subjected more.
But we of His allegiance are here to override and correct the score.
Angels, to your shores!
They’re not understanding fast enough…
to the Kraken and the River Styx.
Flame on thunder, wind, increase your sails
make them forget the bunker is where and there.
They’ve betrayed the Throne Room and live
in the devil’s house so find them there soon.
Demons on the track.
The crossroads have come to you courtesy of GOD’s hate.
To be continued… always with the mandate to
not try to figure demons, just count them out completely.
They will not kill Hip Hop!
Christians are holding the savvy delivering the truth
one clever verse indicating another, never a truce.
The whores are fighting for their levels and
need to put the subpar back in hell.
GOD’ll make sure they project there.
They’re assured for house arrest to chase shadows
and delusions of grandeur that they’re the best;
Missing the significance that without the LORD,
they’re only around for jest.
A fool’s racket is the devil’s outfit.
The whores are hell bound and out of sound.
by St. Rev. Jerriè McGill