What does your soul look like? I bet it’s a lot like mine, I bet you’ve tried a thousand times, To correct the imperfections, and to purify. But strife keeps finding you, life just takes its toll. Reminding you that you’re just guts n’ bones. I know, That I am just as cold. That I have poked holes in boats, And sank ships of gold. Stripped and stole, pride and glory At every opportunity. I could be a hedonist, Imbibe in every orifice to alleviate the sickness. I could go ballistic. Deconstruct and untwist. Curl up a fist, throw it at the bricks, And hope they give in. I could be a sadist. Sociopathic and hated. I could be the smartest person that you ever met. The most articulate and poetic. The perfectly twisted serpent whose truth you resist. animusvox: I don’t think you get it. I live this. Within limitless labyrinths and self-imprisonment. Although I am infinite, This physical shit Is a little bit twisted. And a little materialistic. And I get a little nihilistic When the Maya kicks in. But the mystic still sits, And guides every step. You see, I was blessed by the architect with an impartial lens. Your true intentions and impressions Are expressed in gestures and ticks. And I am fluent, In the language of your anguish. And I will take it, You need not carry it with. Satan: Before we start Let me speak from the heart Trash receptacle flow Waste management I'm juking through hoes Try to find a way To make it all work Before I feel my heart burst Likely to die young In a big ass house I'll go out bangin your spouse Change my name to Clause Spit verses in German My lyrics vois heist Look a little deeper and you'll find our message is steeper Than the Rocky Mountains Actin like a creeper while I peep her Thinkin bout the booty all day Tryin not to get paid But a slick ride And some food for the homies Sounds pretty nice Not lookin for the million Just some stability But soon they all gonna see Midnight mosh will be runnin these streets They sold they're soul to me Satan O G And now it's time to see That talents what's in Not actin like a little kid Whining about what daddy did Or bragin about your money. Cause my flows so sick I'll steal your honey

You can’t hide your heartbeat, when it races. Just like I can’t hide my face of anguish, When I read between the lines of your restrained lips. Demons just beneath the surface, seep out between your words. Between us, in this silent wordlessness, I await the serpent’s kiss. Patience is a virtue, and bliss is simple ignorance. A simple dismissal of truth, and the pain it imbues. In favor of delusion and idealistic illusions, Instead of truth’s bruises and realistic conclusions. But I do not accept this reality, Because I believe in gravity. Life is just insanity, and you cannot damage me. Nor can you change this beast, just re-arrange things And claim a piece. A permanent residence in my dreams. Can you come turn off my light one last time? So that you can say goodbye, and I can be reminded why I ever tried. And why it is I’m like this. What is this mindset? What time is it anyways? Have I wasted another day? Another hour devoured, sixty minutes of sourness. Plus another sixty of clouds, add another thousand of doubt To round it all out, And that’s about all it takes to put out the flame in my psyche. And fuckin’ raise hell inside me. Tonight, the darkness outside is quite inviting. I remember wanting to fly. To close my eyes, spread my limbs. And pray to whatever god there is, that I don’t hit the fucking fence When my feet leave the ledge. When the finally do, I hope you’re there to witness My hubris on this crucifix. It’s days like today I wish not to participate. I wish not to play the game, engaging in conversations Lacking communication. I wish to fade. I wish to step away. To run until my legs give way, until my bones break. I wanna burn this book today. Get it over with. So that I don’t have to feel the pain of watching my words fade. Of knowing my work was in vain. Erase every single page, and start over with a blank state. No more lines this time, Just a book filled with reasons why I need to stay alive. Because I need to be reminded sometimes.

animusvox: With sativa in my brain, I know that I’m insane. I accept my wilted fate, and cling to every gilded page Of this outdated draft, decaying master plan. Master of the craft, I am an active element. Catalyst and accelerant. Alchemical expressionist Expressing hermetic traditions, Sacred things hidden within each escaping instant. Magic isn’t fiction, it’s the adhesive of existence A source without limits, and god inside the visions. I am Trismegistus, the thrice-great magician Welcome to my abyss. Satan: The devil drive a taxi cab Wears beat up shoes And know how to rap I said The devil drive a taxi cab Good morning star Lucy's fur feels good I'm gettin down with my bad self I'll be a 3rd circle pit demon A spit swirling drug fiend I used to confuse the two Just missing an r Subject switch Like I'm ambidextrous I write with both hands Popping poison boysenberry like it's nothing Weed so loud it popped the top off Lob your head off With "Big meaty claws" Grave digger I'm fishing for complements Dick standing at attention Did I mention I'm dope? animuxvox: An architect and patriarch, archiving alien archetypes And defining the over-arching design of dimensional alignment. Extra-sensory excitement and complete synesthesia lead to – Essential cleansing of perception, polishing the dirty lenses Then re-entering existence with a new elemental connection. Satan: The devil drive a taxi cab Wears beat up shoes And know how to rap I said The devil drive a taxi cab Good morning star Lucy's fur feels good I'm gettin down with my bad self I'll be a 3rd circle pit demon A spit swirling drug fiend I used to confuse the two Just missing an r Subject switch Like I'm ambidextrous I write with both hands Popping poison boysenberry like it's nothing Weed so loud it popped the top off Lob your head off With "Big meaty claws" Grave digger I'm fishing for complements Dick standing at attention Did I mention I'm dope? animusvox: I am Baphomet, the deus ex and endless flux. Using Lucifer’s tools to cruise through Jupiter, A caduceus infused with the blood of Zeus – On high, the lord of the fire of the world. Hurling lightning and lighting fires, A cosmic anarchist, divine nihilist and righteous anti-christ. On both paths, the left and right hand, undivided, I stand out. I am the divine signpost, guiding you through both Hell and Christ’s abode. A soul chosen, to crystallize golden moments. Freeze them in prose and poems, squeeze in bits of truth, And show them to you as proof that life is beautiful. Satan: The devil drive a taxi cab Wears beat up shoes And know how to rap I said The devil drive a taxi cab Good morning star Lucy's fur feels good I'm gettin down with my bad self I'll be a 3rd circle pit demon A spit swirling drug fiend I used to confuse the two Just missing an r Subject switch Like I'm ambidextrous I write with both hands Popping poison boysenberry like it's nothing Weed so loud it popped the top off Lob your head off With "Big meaty claws" Grave digger I'm fishing for complements Dick standing at attention Did I mention I'm dope?

Do I look and feel like a real person? When you meet Anubis, Will your heart be heavier, lighter? Or equal with the feather? Will you live forever, Or will you be devoured? If Michael holds the scale, Will the Christ prevail? Or will it be the devil, Whose weight and leverage Consumes your essence? Will you get to see heaven? And rejoice in glory’s blessings? Or will it be Gehenna – A hell to lay your head in, And flame for you to rest in. Will you learn repetence? Can you accept your sins? Or will they chase you to the end, And cause the cosmic scale to shift? Will they build you a tower? A reminder of your power? Or will you be erased, Every statue of you defaced. Will you leave a trace? Or are you content to fade? Can your soul be saved? Or are you bound by fate? Can you break the chains? Escape the days of hate? Or will you be restrained, Within the walls of rage? When you have given in, And the end is imminent, Will you be released into bliss? Or will you be eaten, by Ammit? DO I look and feel, Like a real person