Good told Abraham to look to the stars,
your descendants will be as numerous as the stars.
Not the moon, not the sun
but every single star will be your blessing.
When i walk out at the crockcrow and look to the sky,
I know my father is sitting up there.
He is the only planet that shines at such an early time.
They think I’m crazy,
I know I am.
I’m the stardust composed
from the songs sung by the morning star
A gentle scar in the morning skies.
Devil, devil, it is who you are
I wear the skin of the Morningstar
Curse my soul from the God in the sky
Behold the wretched devil in I
So be it I'm selfish and wicked
And just hiding that wouldn't be fitted
I wear the skin of the Morningstar
Devil, devil, it is who you are
Track: Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil
Polar blink implodes
Monumental blank for thought
Newborn bubble block
Botany dome cracks
Spoken fingertip softness
Bounce rational gap
Parabolic view
Flickering stairway obtuse
Marble-knock-wood code
Wall pattern commons
Bubble digital thought scheme
Jellyfish minded
Crystallized desert
Yellow umbrellas shall rise
And weasel shaped dimes
Astronomic blast
Rainbow magma, icy tunes
Breakfast images…
Folded waterfalls
Blue-vertexed sound waves flow
Dead spheres glowing roads
Cloudy particles
Build up greenish, sunny rose
Soup-consuming void
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