Has Sinned

It's like I'm walking this land alone with a hand that's talking with a Zen hold on my soul.

I'm writing in the darkness, where no man dare to go.

I'm igniting the sparkless, declare the devil has a hold on my growth.

A Lightening bolt glowing with a lyrical strike on my foes.

Throwing mystical dislikes at the road.

I'm not traveling, I'm landing.

Descending with a Bible within my hand demanding Satan to return me to my original standing.

I'm visually above as below.

Artificially corrupt undergoing a quantum flux of a cyber deluxe.

Finding bugs when I'm rewriting dividing what's up.

Translucent brain stem when I'm retyping my name as Has Sinned.