Are the causes of the night
I uncovered possible causes
Of death
From the crucifix of Christ
Lay the power of Sheol
For through that wedge
Stand the angels and spirits
Of death and darkness
Transform my understanding
How we die beyond natural courses
Hail spiritual course in this crucifix
As the harbinger of death and darkness
Christ wields death as the ultimate end of
Every elongated nature including earthlings
The darkest forest strip medulla of its sedate powers
At forty years of age and beyond
Medulla is turned into stenches of stinkpot
Murky dirts of toilets and excreta
Wobbling the spirit of Christ and siblings
Behold how the inner stinks of medula
Beyond ethereal stench was catalyst to the death of the homosapiens
Still not knowing their plight flock holy houses
In the growling and raving of desperate supplicators to no avail
No resolution ever undertaken beyond the magnificent unveils unbundled by blackoower's refrain
Since the nocturnal expedition of his spirit spine toggling traverse
Unveiled the fragile secrets
The bitter end goes up in smoke
Unless black power is worshiped
Stinkpot and ejectamenta outpourings
Flung into demise of hapless mortals
May persist
Behold Christ crucifix today reverts the emotive dungeon into
Black Power's Crucifix.
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