Divine Communication
[Intro] x2
As the story unfolds
The truth is now told
Divine communication is the story of old
Priceless artifacts that can never be sold
Uncontrolled
Coming from the soul

[Verse 1: Kashmere]
As the morning star beams down and radiates the soil
Atheists become believers then liquidize to oil
In the meanwhile the God writes the universal scripture
In the ancient language, all hail the dark figure
Half divine, half sinner, from the plains of mysteria
A saltan of the [?], my stature is superior
Riding the winged horse, clutching a golden sceptre
As I ascend the heavens rain snow like it's December

Writing rhymes in a solitude of the terror [Santa?}
The necropolis, building my strength 'til I'm autonomous
While you rappers be falling in pits thats bottomless
I'm moving to the obelisk, the [methodogist?]
Summoning the ancient occupants from the dead zones
Using the chaos medallion and the head phones
I'm shining the ray of light on a doubter
But before I do this I say peace to blind alpha
[Hook] x2
Clarity of mind is god manifested
Through epiphany the truth is represented
Divine communication is the method
With enough power to change the spots on a leopard

[Verse 2: Iron Braydz]
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