my | truth | lies in my ~prosperity~ that ~hysterically~ codemns the humans source ~energy~//
come :battle: in my ~chamber~ of |divine~divinity|//
ancient mics made of myrrh mixed with | cystalline~entities |//
| myztiK - size | of overwhelming pain_cripples~ya~insides |-//
hang you from ya nipples, split you with -{thundaga}-//
venomise ya insides worse then a ,'boaconstriktA',//
turn up at battles with ebony~bow~and~flamaga~arrows~//
extract mother natures energy~flows~and~damage~rap shows//
| rapid~electro | like movement like /ancient~pharoahs\//
the [necropolis] hierocosphinx _electrum_ of /blazing~souls\//
break [necks~with~decibels], ^emblem^ my lyrics with the {eye:of: osiris}//
roll with the {night:of:the:riderZ} cutting out the {pie:of:the:minors}//
feel the departure of ya |-vascular_anatomy-|//
|_muscular-symphonies_| of groans in ya ~sleep~//
awaken from ya dreams of those battles with me// (hehe muhaha)
my ~liturature~ is ~binary~ encoded scriptures~//
numbers form ~pictures~ which ~might-seem~ \sickener\//
then ya daily average~image, im not just another horror~*flick*//
im reality in *surealistic* *physics*, ever *prolific* disturbing *set*~*tings*//
and the world through my eyes, spell lies cus my mics is in differant dimensions//