Ah, oh my god, I must go see the master
Now, the conquered Aztecs told the Spanish invaders how their history began, with stature in a ruined temple

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The construct of the philosopher’s stone
The primordial aqueducts where the astronomers’ zone
(the eternal circle)
The inferno turns into a square root, the primordial forces
Fire, water, earth and air
That’s the four of the eye, most high angels
As thе square fold in its sides wherе you can slide call the triangle
I spin on the outside counterclockwise to a tornado
I came to warn those behind the navel
After the nine they will be born then sigh inside the cradle
Eat, sleep and cry ’til the hands come to bathe you
The men had worshipped Babel, made his lands unstable
They spoke from literature, some truth, some fable
Knowledge was regarded as magic
The astronomers charted on tablets
I came out of the four elements and saw elephants
Then my tribe explored the world from the time before I saw wild boar
As the people had melanin
They arrested the unrighteous president that was prejudiced and spread devilishment
This is all written in my lost testaments as the angels sat on the horse called pestilence
Famine examined
The horse on top of Mount Everest on hind legs
This is designed for a sign and the plagues
Behold the pale horse and him that sat on top of him was Thoth
The philosopher’s stone, a popular poem made by him with the copper tone
The wind that played the instrument
They sung hymns and burned sage as they sojourned for days into the desert
Shepherds’ records returned to the caves
Hearing voices of ghosts and mummies that emerged from the grave
In the corpus of the heavy mental
Sourcing from the endorphins of the orbits
Into my text’s view, which makes me extraterrestrial
A flexing center and the inner divine contraction happens
(pulsate my occult state)
The eruptions are rapid, a suction flattens then pumping in a function fattens
Like an inner tube but I’m in a cube which give me the mental view
The kaleidoscope is like a micro-dose
My rhymes ignite the wood seen by the wolves
I dance with the psychic folks around the tribal smoje
Welcome into the Vedic Vape Room
I am one of your sages, tonight is a snake moon
This way as the drapes move
See the crimson altar and the ancient pool
Come sit in his waters, the ascension cools
Join my descent into the devalued kingdom, the bottom world, the forgotten eden
Where the bohemian angels overthrow demons
[?] [?] Elohim
Killah Priest, the god, righteous king