You Better Pray That You`re Not Next Continuous Punctures By The Forces Of The Lord , Tortured To The Life-Of-A-Stigmate / Filled-With-Hatred By The Blessin` Of This Intense Suffering So Why-Is-It-So-Sacred / Can I-Make-It ? Each Day I Must Endure These Horrendous Wounds Served-By- Holyness / My Life Is Hurt-And-Souly-Missed , My Visions Are True , God Would Punish Me And Lucifer-Told-Me-This / My Hands And Feet Are Nailed With Incisions , Tear Drops Form And Start-Drippin`-Blood / It Is The Agony Of …showed first 75 words of 419 total…

…showed last 75 words of 419 total…Is Constant Through The Entire Course Of Stigmatism As My Cuts Are Seen. Always My Skull's Continually Pounded But I See It From My Exterior, Hanging Over My Soul, Satan Put My Distrust Into God and I Believe This Is The Right Path, He Prevented My Goals. The Lord's Diabolical Suggestions, The Creator Of Life ? Never Has He Intervined To It All, Spontaneous Lacerations Appear And Always Simultaneous, Scars Are Then Seen To Be Told.