My Pentagram Poppet Pt 1

You're so far away from me and I suck trying to go slow when I know I wanna snatch you up, bail you out, and take us to our new home It's hard when I'm alone in the shower - I can't hold you quite yet The closer and closer to you I slowly break through your barricade walls Balancing this weight on my shoulders like Atlas before the world falls Astral-projection - I watch you from the corner of your cell Crying in anguish so silently - the other spirits can't even tell Being a witch is both a blessing and a curse 25 psy-abilities we've had instilled since our birth Indoctrinated, deceived, false news, and the list goes on and on Everyone's right when the conclusion is everyone's truly wrong For millennia they've been spoon-feeding us the same song And we're all conspiracy theorists if one dares to say they're wrong It's the repercussions of the world thus far we've destroyed And we're not even supposed to show any emotions thus unemployed. Self-sufficiency, trading, merchants, and an eye for an eye Instead to avoid mass panic from the damage of the current lie So millions and millions live and die without ever knowing the truth Threatened, coerced, told you're straight out a Liar - no proof of this The law enforcement operatives are the poison ivy running thru wrists Everyone who's ever crossed my life - has been inconsistent & ditched So I figured out early in life there's sacrifices of becoming a witch. The witchcraft world is a favor for a favor - whether poor or rich The intent is what makes your Magickal holographic doors stand out But nobody just automatically assumes what that's about Instead they'd rather fear it and drag it's innocent name thru the mud I wanna throw a massive pipe bomb in the world - whoops it's a dud. I wanna basement finished up to the T - Where I can have my pervy sadomasochists life underground silently Hocus Pocus & the mysteries of the dormant cosmos we're in, capped Mix, match, scrape, boil, add the baking soda right on in The periodic table of elements to allow stupid suckers to adapt. This broke-ass nigga with his ed-up fedora hat. With his zoot-suite swag and his name written in lights in bold - 85 percent of Hollywood's untold. But if I was as psycho like modern humanity living in the streets of LA in this instance, I'd create a diversion and execute a bloody battle in the quickness. Abuse of powers. Corruption from within - and the ing invisible elite - everyone will one day will sow what they reaped. So much of this peripheral vision on these spectrums of reality humans can't see - cuz they'll need a high priestess/sorceress just like me. But, no, everyone's afraid of lyrics like sKitz' - time to check out what hookers are missing persons or just ripped. Chasing the whores who've had cheap heels on all day, through the forests, mountains, via Green Bay The urges are screaming at me, rushing me through To find a victim as scary as you My concoction, my mixture, elixir - my cauldron brew While I sit and watch the show, as it burns and peels skin from within you Screaming in agony, I drop my sound-proof electric cage activator Like the button Harvey Weinstein kept inside his desk - masturbator Locked within islands, snuck to, forced underground, ty disguise I wonder if I went undercover in the Philippines how many pedos I'd find I'd make the entire country shut down - they'd ing resign Oprah Winfrey trafficked thousands of children under age 4 Cuz their parents put the children on the streets cuz they're poor They'll sell their kids - boys and girls alike - for thousands if not more Abuse at its finest - behind locked international district red *** doors. As we've proven - time and time again - our government can't stand the thought if any of human brain was 1 IQ point higher in than any of them First phase of gangstalking - their isolation plan delving right on in The sheer number of snitches the mafia of law enforcement possess I'm willing to put big numbers on that -- bet. The lost world's art mysteries - the false timeline of carbon dates As frustrating as selling weed - figuring out a nigga just stole your skates I've always wanted to reenact Catch Me If You Can in real life. If I could be a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer and some more - I'd ride that wave til as long as I'm allowed to without a quit. Souffle marshmallows, unwanted dick pix from psychotic, sociopathic skinny white boys from the cheesehead ing state. Horrorcore, murda rap, imma kill you kill you ing kill you. I've never had a victim escape. Any time they try, they're too ing slow or too late. My life is stagnant - I'm skipping through these dead-end dreams My heart in my chest is crumbling and busting through bloody seams The deliberate buttons of th entitled seem to intentionally press Ricochets and reverberates the shrapnel - busting through my chest I can't tell the general direction of the fence she sits and ponders upon Forces a barricade between us - staring at these stars lying on the lawn