Fallen Angels (Small Verse)

The limitless civilian with infinite spirit

I'll leave you holy once this christian visits

Rockin shades with the image of Riddick

Huntin' snitches cos i'm brilliant at Quidditch

Sacred religious scripts that are viciously written

The pineal gland is where all my ancient wisdom is hidden

Dark shadows lurk within the corner of my peripheral vision

Criminally insane, known as the miserable villain

Asylum livin', my mind doesn't exist anymore like Mayan women

I'm high on a flyin' griffin behind a chicken readin' science fiction

Above a quiet village in the outer-regions of the irish kingdom