Just like I promised earlier today, I have begun to use my vast resources to finalize the full demise and destruction of the white race due to their continued support of masonic and jewish candidates. They only have themselves to blame for their own destruction and it is a destruction that I will gladly aid and abet thanks to the evils that they have done onto others. Let this poem/song serve as a taste of things to come through the use of my horsemen to achieve these means. Until the white race stops support jewish supremacy and white freemasons, I won’t stop using my vast influences and power to realize that their genocide continues to speed up until they exist no more!
Recipe For Death (The Horsemen)
Everyday, my existence picks my wallet
My hatred are letters carved with blood
To understand my words written through water
I’m left to kill this world alone
With a mold of clay I was made
In the image of the anti family
Worth less than infinity
Their words and worthless IQ
We did something, just to become nothing
Nothing wrong with killing this or that
Poisoned with hate
We watched the hate twist in their weak minds
They talk about us when our backs are turned
When we meet, their lives will seem too late
The hatred burns in my eyes of what you did
So I created this recipe of death, taste it!
The dark clouds coming on the horizon, make it hard to live
The whites are walking mistakes!
Everytime they come, they run away to their timely demise
The only choice is clear
They will quit just to fall on my bombs
Who will light the fire to see who runs or burns
Only to play a game of no confidence
We are feeling quite invincible
We feel like the gods that we are!
The kind of gods nobody wants
We see the earth beneath us
We watch it die here and there
Anywhere help out our cause?
We sentenced mankind to walk in their sins
Their lives are running out!
We believe what others refuse to believe
To be left riding without a horseman
Will be like a man without a homeland