Tomb Of Lucifer Son Of Bathsheba
It was the womb that nurture the souls
It is the place where the Sire, the servants,
The priest, the prodigal initiates its first breath..
The land is for the womb and the womb is for the
land
Bestowed upon the hands of the holy tyrants.
Let there be splice in wise with Son of Bathsheba.
Edomites, enslaved for the rest of life
Israelites, David's son rule on thee
Wisdom was earned, it was a butchery
Commandments a tool to whip up the peasant's
blood
Never been so righteous it had been autocracy
Spread out the kingdom crushing on human bone
Oh son of Bathsheba
What pride do you call?
Was copper your heaven?
As the house of David Fall
Poly-ethic summation needed to be removed
As it might spread out the harmony
How would they prevent interbreed
Sire lusts women's creed
Jolting the fleshes of human right
Chewing the clits of Aphrodite
Plundger in roots Amnon soul eradicate
Like was his father Uriah's wife warm his bed
It was a trap In which an angel fell
Tamar was called Prophet son ripped her dead
Oh son of Bathsheba
What pride do you call?
Was copper your heaven?
As the house of David Fall
Edomites, enslaved for the rest of life
Israelites, David's son rule on thee
Edomites
