We don't need you to speak; your aroma told us everything we needed to know. For your voice has been heard by many spirits, oh yes, we heard that question on why God invited death. God never invited death, but when the golden law was broken to seek no vengeance, death took a seat at that committee table. God the Creator had to prove that he would be able to govern his creation and that his creation was to follow his laws, but when God's creation showed it would overthrow God's opinion, it meant God's creation was out of control. The angel of death was permitted to kill the people as punishment, to teach the people they were placed on a clock, and if they were to be evil in their lives, a punishment awaited them in death. Freedom was never taken, but for one to live unrestrained and live the life it sought fit, one must know on its final day to prepare for the repercussions of one's actions. I will keep it shallow, for the deepest stories don't sit at the bottom but are so shallow it might appear as if it's unrooted. For the angel of death walks tagging what thought its value sat over the Creator, oh the hitman they shall call him, be it may the angel of death walk, for death is his art. Oh, how thee love the angel of death for his methods of art mesmerized us all, kills with a passion. Oh, be it may that death found his wife, oh, for she is the life. Oh, be it may, they are the rulers of them all, for she is his day, but he is her night. Oh be it may, where there is death, there is life; where there is life, there is death. Oh! Be it may be that death is the father, but life is the mother. Oh, haste, the speed of the match. Oh, we see life and love at all stages; what is death? I have smiled again, for I understand. Oh, tell the Creator not to snatch down what has lied to achieve its image but take their souls and place them in seats. I OWE YOU NOTHING! I owe you no explanation, for my language is shallow, so listen oh so closely, Solomon; you are no king; you laid with the women of many and created so many children they thought you were God. Your seed spread throughout all. Did you think you would become the God of Earth? Oh, the women and the children are laid as waste, for there are many of mind disease and war, walking hell is whom the blood family is, oh Solomon it's you that destroyed the lives of many with your seed, oh we love them not, for it fights but yet pretends to be the love, for it has destroyed the healthy minds, oh Solomon take way your crown, for it is no honor to be a father of the highest doubts but to be a father of few that eats and thirst of peace and fortune not of unity of power, for the unity fights a constant battle, for it knows no rest but anguish and mimics the guards of the highest pedestal. For angry I am, for angry that I am, for those who have wrong against the church but bear no fruit to convalesce the angel. For away with the man who spreads his seed throughout the land, for he is not my summoned soldier. Call of the war to kill the most innocent, but know Solomon's wives have been well educated to fight the land at no pace, to prove their worthiness, for pain, anger, and strength of a penal is what it spends its time doing, collecting false lies to collaborate together, for the children are the nuisance that makes the teacher look frail, for take away the shame, for I look away and offer nothing of mine to hide it's pain for running away from the shame of his descendants. For Solomon take the crown off of your head, for I take thee crown power off thee head, for thy has taken the crown from the root of waging the appearance of a higher hierarchy using waste as pride and glory, for the death angel has spoken from thy tongue and lips are moist again, for death has awakened and became life once more. Oh, hoodoo isn't death but a life that is rich of wealth for serving one wife, for the queen sit down and pass me the mic, for she is mine, for I am the not talking to myself but to you directly.