With each word I bring across, make the verse holy. Sentence angelic so the paragraph's god.
The piece. An immaculate conception. Something comes outta nothing. Big Bang. Atom Bomb.
Makhtub. It was written. We must lose what we're given to find the true treasure. Having is a sin.
The source of all gold, we need alchemy to win. So I give up to nature. Turn myself into the wind.
In this state, I enter the world of the gods. Where they script fate. Dictate the earth and the stars. Where we create each shape. Word is the bond.
But now heaven's quiet. God's asleep. It's day seven.
I turn the world upside-down. Raise hell. Invade heaven.
Let there be true light. Let there 1kind. Let there be vision and let there be wisdom.
We end the battle for souls where innocent people are victims. It's a new beginning. Put an end to religion through mass killings. Why don't we just kill a priest and watch the prophets fall right into the belly of the beast.
That's how we put an end to this.
In my genesis, I will plant seeds in earth that was fertilised by bleeding. The god that never sleeps. The guardian of Eden.

I'm that light in the dark. The glow in the shadow. The life and the spark that grows in the ghetto. I might play a part when they rise to the task. It's special. Look at how they fly to the top.
I've got warmth in my heart, in their minds I'm a god and I'm forging their path when aligned with the stars.
At moments I'm harsh. Stroke them till their broken and scarred. Not leaving till their oceans are parched.
But a ghost from my past spoils my exploits and exposed the facade. I'm not the only one that was chose for this part. His got the onus for controlling their march. My reign's over I'm leaving.
My tears fill this air as I'm grieving. A cloud hangs over me. I've been beaten.
Their new king I accept through this act of high treason.
There'll be a spring in my step when I return next season.

When the sun will rise the samurais will rise and sharpen weapons for demise of enemies. Protecting lives of the brethren.
Ninjas thrive in disguise, fooling eyes through deception. Your perception colour-blind to the rise of the legends.
Ascending to the skies, we become the new kings. Leaving ninja footprints on the sands of the desert. Bending even time through the pen and through the rhyme. We affect the moon's shine to provide you with the present.
Spread the force through deadly metaphors to leave you bleeding hard. Now you're a rebel with a gauze and you're feeling scarred. Dismantling men through battling them. They're choking throats gathering phlegm. Cracking their skin reveals the wackness in them.
This pen I grip tight. Catch papers in mid-flight. Writing at such speeds my rhyme-book starts to ignite. Leaving only footprints as proof of my existence. 1kind will start to school kids and share these ninja wisdoms.

I was not deemed a worthy sacrifice. So I came back to life as a fiend in their dreams, the supreme Anti-christ. My fangs tonight, crave the delight of a virgins brew. Every bite penetrates to bring better taste to that crimson juice as it trickles through.