[OPEN SERMON: The Vanta Lord]

[Passage 1: The Vanta Lord]

I stole the life of my son
Then laid in his tomb
While the angels licked their blades
Inside of my mother's womb
Dying to burn my wings for my irreverence is true
My accursed halo's echoing a devilish tune
Agostinho
With me within you forever is soon
So stay resistant
Never listen, don't let hell be your muse
Don't make love to your demons
Escape from Satan's subdue
Do not believe in Judas' judgements
Or your cross will unglue
You revisionist degenerate
Imbalanced in his wishes
Desires flawed perfection
Drinks the chalice of affliction
Since you left The 4th Dimension
For this Atlas's conditions

[Passage 2: The Vanta Lord]
You're a shadow spirit
Humans live to kill off
My friend
Transcend past the limits
Placed on your obsidian skin
You're The Vanta Lord
The lonely angel
Kissed by his sin
Our two halves adorn
Our mutual introduction within

[Passage 3: The Vanta Lord}

We're a master
Of sonic manipulation
Regardless of stipulation
The walk to a cripple's stasis
Simply put
We're a miracle
Archangel
Demigod
Beyond flesh, blood and spiritual
The Vanta Lord killed Zeus
Indeed I mean the physical
I create black holes when I fly
Oh yes I do
My whispers cease wars
I'm bathing in the blood
Of fallen Greek Gods
So I am what I am
I need your help to become
You only prayed to a son
You prayed to a God
That's not the one
Stay in command of your tongue
For a human will kill a human
That isn't human
And then it's done
I used to believe
He who looks like me
Believes in we
The innocence of a man
Who lives by gospel
And thinks he's free
Another archangel
Gets slain here
Due to his nature
Mortals die to get rid of you
Humans are unaware
That your lifetime is empirical
Your holy harvest
Never gets swiped by these criminals
You plant your seeds
Where they'll never sight thy deliverables
If their crimes don't let your river flow
Then know its best
They live alone
Or else your spirit withers slow
And you're just dinner for the crows
Ignorance is bliss
My darling bliss is only chemicals
I'm an Archangel Accursed
We'll part ways at your murder
If apartheid's still observed
Not a hard case to the juror
Demigod placed
By your mom's waist
Is a bomb straight from the birther
To the children
Give them God's grace
And a palm straight from the curser
In this arms race for your service
I cannot get too complacent
Because God's God
Has commanded every soldier
To dishonour Satan
[CLOSE SERMON: The Vanta Lord]