~Damien~ X's Verse


Verse 1:
I didn’t want to but the forces forced me,
I write this repertoire, a colloquy to the course that’s brought before me
A sadistic allegory scripted mainly by the older Ones above me
For the greed and money seized by plenty with the need to form a country
Present Japan - Twenty years post the peace of 1840
We captured a wounded swordsman, amidst defeat he gave his story
And I was stationed to him; gave him food and changed his laundry..
Behaved elusive, but it wasn’t till that day that he claimed his views in..
The Code which he had slain to use,
The painted views within the essence of his being that came to use within his daily moves
At that moment the wormhole opened,
The whole world focused into a glow of hope, you know that all you’ve learned is broken
The circumference and size of my Third Eye was so variegated,
The very changes of my basics coincided with every basis
And as my surprise rushed, my eyes flushed
My protoplasmic fibers mixed in the fires lit by the likes of my “messiah”


Hook:
I write for the best to the worst of ‘em... the rest are just words to them
From the second to first of ‘em... I’ve blessed ‘em with verses from -
The many nights that I send messages home for them
War is vain and tonight, the complexion is worsenin’

Verse 2:
A new day is the birth of a new opportunity to grow in
We battle principalities to pose immunity to Shoguns
See the intentions of the globe now exposed in the open
The motive, whoever baccs their notions gets the max promotions
My adversary shows little emotion,
I’m riddled with fickle devotion by my cause but iron bars are quick to close in
Torn between the words of the this person who knows for certain
That the world his soul preserved would burn if we soldiers could’ve burst in
This is my closing letter to you, though..
This is my new home; a few acute poems engrossed on my tombstone
A man defends his country for money - funny, the truth’s known
That War isn’t clearly defined, plenty is two-toned
My objective, I’m to blame for Western influence’s spreadin’
An instrument of planned destruction till my usefulness has ended
Watch over my son, tell him to never take these steps I’ve rendered
‘Cuz come 9 (o’clock) I’m front-line, to death that day’s events remembered...



Good Luck, fam..

~1ne

Orcusante's Verse


The year is 2015…World War 3 is on the verge of fully manifesting itself…Here is my letter…



Dear love I write this for you in haste, to inform of tragic fate
Which has befallen mankind and spanned lives through enraptured hate
Grand Deception which masked the rape, and face of our greatest Enemy
Nationalistic devotion was hopeless boastin’ of wasted energy
Our Human Race pretends to be Media’s Presentation
But man’s greediest generation, has exceeded expectations
Take heed! These reckless statements, alas prove Truth's stranger
To more than Fiction, ‘cause new danger was abhorred when written
Doomed saviors have fallen missin’ with conspiracy tales left alone
To leave the ever present Throne of Ignorance set in stone
Sadly now it’s affected home, and I feared the day this’d be
In vain I bleed as I dream of the day You came to Me
Satan’s free, Illuminati is the creed which controls
Each nation on earth infiltrated for the sake of it’s goals
Specifics statin’ the taking of souls, concentration camps and mass murders
Society is a planned lie Robbin’ lives, and I’ma fight the Cap Burglar…


Blatantly fixed upon a Lie when faced with unbearable Truth
Through scarin’ our youth Evil stares blankly darin’ to shoot
Fearin’ the news, which shakes everything we ever believed in
Incredible Demons, we stand against in contempt with impressions of Treason


I’ve effectively reasoned, and will to live no longer tempts me
My spirit’s Filled with rage, but without you so long it’s Empty
Darkness grips me, surreal reality conquers my mind
I’ve always been a Lost soul only you ever started to Find
Now I’m caught Misaligned, thinkin’ Straight has left my capacity
As Free Mason, Skull & Bones assassin factions stalk after me
An agent with plots backin’ me, to circumvent eventual scarred births
And prevent what’s potentially instrumental for descent into Hell on Earth
Girl what I feel’s not first, ‘cause if it was I wouldn’t be here
So if we don’t meet defeat and succeed I’ll be home in three years
See clear just to Breathe fear, for odds are against all logical Sense
Watch sorrowed events follow next read tears from a heart that’s tense
Hurt thoughts invent this text, and God knows I’m writin’ with passion
The script is might everlastin’ gripped amidst fightin’ and blastin’
The night’s had us concealed, but I must leave for they’ve discovered me
But in spite of this action, I’ve calmed inside at the thought your love for me...




Jerome, you did not disappoint...Well done...