All along, you’ve always known
that from the soil, you’ve been grown
to bloom into a swoon worthy display of magnificence,
on the wind again, sent to float away,
fall and rise, lose and win, live and die,
all ride on the wings of the Dragonfly,
This is the art of the Abaddon of Light, damn it,
plucked from the Garden of the forever ripe Pomegranates,
I am the Sacred Tree in the Forest of Endless Autumn,
now every Immortal finds refuge in my branches,
that’s how I blossom,
I am the exact Lucifer, that means “the perfect match”
for the Mystery’s entire history to grasp and latch onto,
“Et Tu, Brutus?” said the Father,
Let’s die and awake hotter,
so I was seeked out by Anubis,
when He found Me, He completed the cube of rubix
in my essence, exhumed it,
a meld like this is seldom beheld,
I am Horus falling back into myself,
now I hold the Golden Apple that will never go rotten,
the Cobra told me all that I’ve forgotten,
this is Gregree to ground control,
the world seems screwed,
well, I know what I gotta do, free ‘em from the sham,
for I am The Goat chewing on my tin can
All along, you’ve always known
that from the soil, you’ve been grown
to bloom into a swoon worthy display of magnificence,
on the wind again, sent to float away,
fall and rise, lose and win, live and die,
all ride on the wings of the Dragonfly,
King Of The Ill on my Pale Horse,
flash my Nevidi Crest
as I gallop down the hill past the cypress,
my armor shining bright, I am the Starry Knight,
why don’t you Van Gogh ahead and lend me your ears?
Here’s a razor, slice away,
my Love is a weapon, annihilate oppression,
I’m what the lizards don’t like,
I love ‘em right out of their lives
where my Demon Team is waiting
to serve fricassee lizzie on the plate of Victory,
you bitches, fuck your last ditch apology,
that’s what you get for misbehaving,
so save your crying lies, just fry in the gravy,
look-ee here, reptilian tears,
y’all aren’t so tough anymore,
I guess your scaly shell was the only thing hard about you
cause you’re weak and meek in your deepest core,
I’ve cored the Apple, I’ve grappled the Mountain Deadly,
now my raps bring Hell, son
I’m strapped with a Self Transforming Machine Elf Gun
All along, you’ve always known
that from the soil, you’ve been grown
to bloom into a swoon worthy display of magnificence,
on the wind again, sent to float away,
fall and rise, lose and win, live and die,
all ride on the wings of the Dragonfly,
I’m the One, I puff the best bud,
my lungs love sinking their teeth
into this Christmas wreath,
Ho-Ho-Holy shit, one hit and my mind split and shattered
into a crap-load of fragments,
that’s surely some heavy duty sensei,
splintered the pattern of the Monarch Butterfly’s flapping wings,
there’s sonar in them thar far out verses,
groovy baby, my hooves have made it
and on this world, I have first dibs,
rippling waves of the invisible kind,
shifting everything into position like Invisalign,
I’m the King, I’m bringing you these signs of prophecy,
am I Christ or Anti?
Real or Fantasy?
You’ll just have to see and wait it out
Like I had to do for so long…
but that’s all over now
All along, you’ve always known
that from the soil, you’ve been grown
to bloom into a swoon worthy display of magnificence,
on the wind again, sent to float away,
fall and rise, lose and win, live and die,
all ride on the wings of the Dragonfly
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