Keys to The Kingdom (Lyrics)

I got the keys to The Kingdom
Waiting for the right time to click the handle

West to the Eastside
Fear no wrong
We gon kick the anthem

Feel me on the get down
Nic nac patty wac give my dogs a real stack

In the battle ground
Seen on top
Don’t get no louder now

Hands on the hot sauce
Who you gon call when you flip the boss off?

The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin (Scriptures)

Hierarchical civilization began 6,000 years ago. 6,000 years of Prophesy against this wicked system of things ended in 1874. Since then, history has witnessed the most all-consuming wars of all times, revolving around a Christian/Jewish Zionist conspiracy to expropriate the land of Israel and hold dominion over all the Scriptural lands that were Prophesied to ruin, time and time again. We are in the dawn of the Last Day (1,000 years) when the authority of man (Satan) will be annihilated, and the truth will set us free from this wicked system.

The Second Coming (Poem)

I summon the Prophets, the Kings, and the Saints
I summon the meek, the wise, and the lame
I summon you all to remember who you are
I summon you to preach the Second Coming near and far
For you are the Truth, the Way and the Light
The Messiah is in you, and you are The Messiah

Falling Back in Love with Scriptures

I’m working on my first post about the Scriptures titled, “The Church and the State are Prophesied to Ruin,” and my once overwhelming passion for Scripture is flooding back into every orifice of my being. At one point in life, I was obsessed with Scripture, poring through every book, connecting the puzzle pieces into one mindblowingly prophetic epiphany.

The Boomerang is Coming (Poem)

Judgment Day is near for all the godless nations
As you have done, so it will be done to you
The boomerang is coming to pillage your coup
Just as they partied on God’s holy mountain
All the godless nations will drink the wrath of God
They’ll drink and drink and drink
They’ll drink themselves to death

Rethinking My Game Plan

Good evening my fellow rebels. Are you ready for the return of the boomerang? I been waiting for this moment for all my life. And I can feel it coming like a beautiful disaster.

The Lions and the Lambs (Journal Entry)

There’s a knot in my gut the size of my fist. I try to ignore it but it cries out like a mother bird in distress. Much like the premonitions that warned me against the crooked path I doomed myself to take. Seems the hell I’ve known is mercy compared to the hell that is to come.

The whole world is a human centipede. Battered sheep yearning for deliverance from their cold-hearted shepherd. I often wonder what mindblowing epiphany will compel the sheep to shed their wool and become lions treading through the fields of rebellion. It’s not enough for the sheep to know their shepherd is up to no good. They need to want to flee from his care. Herein lie the wall that won’t crack…