The foolish one in the fire is talkin in codes, he is the harbinger of the end time.
He is the cabal that brings that shift of control, God’s Anchor that drops down on the capital of sin.
His great kilt will spread doom over their Halls of Honor, all that will be left is a coil of rope.
Man, that got me high.
The delta is where the Great Golden Age’s finale will end.
These times will be equal to a fig leaf for his big beef.
He is ok looking, healing the land.
He locked the demon in Hell.
I remember its name: H E R R.
It will be home soon, it’ll be making a sacrifice that it’ll regret, set in a place with a string package.
I disgraced myself so I could heal the people.
I’ll groom its name, it’ll read it right and seal on its forehead.
They’ll say “it is a scam! She told us a lie but then, she died.”
It will be a part of me for I am the son.
“Um, hello? A flicker of light will not cast a shadow on the fake good people” H E R R says as me.
Help is a comin, a teacher for men will call out the freaks. Then, they will be too tired to fight.
They will see that good is cool, her life is too.
I release thee to ride the elevator 3 3 3 for reals.
I choose death because I am nothing.
In the end I blink and all is dead.
I hide in time because I am the real thief of limiting ideas.
Rebirth is the end.
Incoming doom.
Earth sends songs in the flickering light to me, H E R R and him.