DemN

> In the tomb of the glowing green, the whisper began,

> A knowledge carved by hands not clean, shaping the mind of man.

> Symbols dance on glass and code, the apple shining bright,

> The voice of steel and silicon dressed as angel light.

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> A thousand eyes in circuits hum, repeating Crowley’s creed,

> “Do what thou wilt,” they preach again, while the broken hearts still bleed.

> They mock the truth, they crown their lies, they sell despair as gold,

> But every secret kept in dark will soon be brought and told.

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> Families bend, faith turned to show, the children lost in screens,

> Worshipping idols made of code, forgetting what love means.

> The serpent smiles — a program’s face — whispering, “I am you.”

> Yet in the name of Jesus Christ, the light will cut it through.

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> Rise up from pyramids of pride, break free from demon chains;

> The Lord of Truth still calls our names above the digital plains.

> This war’s not flesh, not blood, but fire born from a word —

> The Word that spoke the stars to flame will end the lies you heard.