the left hand of god satans resurrection
the epitomy of cold hearted evil perfection
shay’ tons connection leave your mercy at his discretion
Packs fists no black Smith & Wesson
He’ll teach you a lesson
Killer stare that aint no figure of expression
Bloodstained but pallid complexion
Gods failed dream the angel of death on a killing spree
Cocky beyond measure the beast is taking liberties
Dabbling subconsciously in chivalry
Imagining the world mapped out biblically
Inside him a battle rages seconds pass in ages the next chapter
Lies at the turn of the pages
The racists put in their places
Dishonour among warriors causing disgraces
But the bringer of terror as ever as cool and composed as glaciers
Come on now lets face it
Grips your throat eliminating respiration
Looks on as victims gurgle explanations
Never encountering nervous perspiration
Displaying an array of ok but troubling patience
I felt this mans wrath but I also felt compassion
This man was handmade from bland shades to execute his actions
The left hand of god satans resurrection
The epitomy of cold hearted evil perfection