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Get out of my garden

Passion vine
Texas sage
Indigo spires salvia
Confederate jasmine
Royal cape plumbago
Arica palm
Pygmy date palm
filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from
tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel.

White flames dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through Northern skies,
The frost of heather
of Atlante an spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spell craft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers
Saved by the blood, he might leak down a miracle
Gotta be the-

I know the black blood, make the grass grow, in the ghetto
Black blood, keep
drank his brothers blood

Three crosses for the brethren 
All praise the black deity
So fearsome great and mighty
Mark our spirits with thine
blood

Three crosses for the brethren 
All praise the black deity
So fearsome great and mighty
Mark our spirits with thine blessing dark divine
a spinster's nipple 
A hare drains milk from cattle 
A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball 

Pierce flesh with needles three inches in 
If they scream
soul to weep
I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood painted my dreams scarlet
scarlet
Sending my soul to weep

I once dreamed of a tower
Of black ebony stone
Surrounded by three rivers
Flegethon, Acheron and Styx
And blood
Three sons have I, and they 
Ride by my side. The fierce, 
The black, and the wicked are 
Their names we ride down my 
Enemies on their
enslaved by the flesh
To trespass against God's holy law
And tonight I come for you

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter
Muttering their recking
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
Part of the garden, her dark Eden
Fed blood by poisoned fronds
My heart hardened in her wet season
Treading mud in her slough of despond
But only now
at the golden hour.
Angel of the spires climbs here steel cage staircase spine, angle of desire.
Ascend the wrought iron, one by one, wrung by wrung.
Is it
claws
first to three of military laws
we create a massacre like Texas chainsaw
blood for blood keep the unity thick like mud
Killarmy attack 'n' pell
And a seat by my 
Cradle with 

My mother the war 

Forsaken vigil 
Three years each tour 
Hands of God enfold him 
Prayed mother of the war 
Haunt
fatigues
50,000 leagues of black, so what's up
Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk
To the east and wild Crooklyn, New york

Creamy kid yo Smith
a few pills but that's' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but that's only fo da reefa
What's up? Let's go

Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da
black tee, Ball in his black tee
It ain't just me pimping we all got a black tee

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
And I got a 1-2 Bun
Got 36 O's for the 2-1
seconds I'll pull a three-eighty
Three feet from my waist
Three inches from your faces
Make no mistake Weezy never hesitate
I'll pop till your shit
on the plane.

Find a tacky statue three inches high,
Dirty rain falls from a dirty sky.
On the corner of the street there's a big black fella' ..
Trying to sell
and roll with little panthers through these project halls
the three color flag can't hold my baggy sag
7 to omega
black motion is ocean style
slick in my
seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch
Souls black as
But it's nothing for the children of God to fight
We wrestle not with flesh and blood
But with the principalities of darkness
So