13:18

It starts where the angels end,

It breaks in the moment you see no tear,

It cripples on your body and crawls all along in your existence,

As the uncertainty is the perfect pair...

He is the fallen angel,

Full of Pride, corrupted in his wisdom;

He begins choosing his disciples and casting the demons the moment,

Humans doubt their divinity,

None thee reflection, none thee self-talk;

Its not a myth but spell weaved well,

Fingers up and down where moments fickle time,

The witchcraft takes place when your eyes meets him,

Its 666 at 13:18, where all the souls are possessed and everyone becomes evil;

Sorcery incarnates your body and your souls switch between good to bad...

And Satan's inculcation stimulates that black magic which kills you in some way...