Satan likes his coffee black

Like the way he made the day

That heaven's gates would call his name

And gave the keys to the kingdom

To the heathens & demons,

Amen

If this is what it is, then

"Love wins" is in another dimension

Attention:

I've given what I've given,

Did I mention,

It was just intuition;

I am my own invention,

I am unwhole, by admission

Down the rabbit hole,

Float down the River Styx and

Count to 666 and

Now I'm Dick Nixon in the 60's

Hippie sickness is

Thinking peace exists when ammunitions a vital statistic

A lunatic assumes the usual position

To the moon,

A blue balloon to the innocent

Love was heaven sent but failed to find it

None left on this planet

"Destroy it"

This goddamned family's mad

Pass the hammer, a standard

Tip the hat to the madhatter

Had her luck run out faster,

The man that she was after,

Who laughed at her,

Probably planned to have her,

But lost interest in tracking her,

Has soamy questions to ask her,

Practically has the answer to the masterpiece she believed would

Untrap her,

Alas,

That's the last short straw she has

Life keeps passing by…

I'm like

"Damn,

I'm damaged"

Why am I so unalighned

Need a psychiatrist,

but I can't find on one pinterest or instagram.

Damn,

I wish I was white,

Or light skinned

Looks nice

Where have I been?

Incased in ice,

Like the avatar no one would find,

I'm losing my entire mind,

I'm writing everytime I cry like

Someone inside my computer or Google would find it,

But I'm just a

I'm just a

I'm just a

Writer,

Kinda

I used to be a DJ,

but God makes mistakes and

Satan makes me hate my name

So I changed it.

He's a puppet on a string

(Bring me people, feed me demons) and he And he never goes to sleep well he practice what you preach it

Omn>>>midnight hour l>>bb got me like l

Flash>>> saint laurant>>el chapo >> trap shit v?

I am not a Fed

But iT app makes sense

I'm seeing read

I break my bread,

I'm left on red

Let's go to bed;

Let's go to Heaven

Don't do this to me

Not now, hanzel.

What the fuck

Just get out

That's that nigga

..shoot to kill.

I told you.

You know what?

I know what.

Fuck, you, dude!!

Duck, Duck, Duck—

Two armed guards are dragging Dillon Francis into an enclosed space, which seems ominous.

—NO—

He scratches and claws in an attempt to escape.

—YOU CANNOT DO THIS—

The Deities have demanded SUPACREE to find Skrillex—via Dillon Francis.

I will not,

Yes, you will.

Two Adonise

What?

What's the plural of “Adonis?”

ADONISES

not according to Google.

Well, fuck Google!

What did you say?

Nothing.

Shhhh, be quiet.

I thought she was asleep!

I'm not asleep!

She's never asleep.

I heard that!

LEGENDS: Part 666

Google Never Sleeps

Why 666?

Satan: why not?

I thought you changed your number?

What's a number?

That's enough, Satan.

What happened to, “not today, Satan?”

What's a day?

You do listen.

Stop praying, dude.

Satan's been praying to Jesus for relief.

Prayers for WHAT?

Relief.

Relief from what?

His own followers?!

That fucking idiot.

—

JOEL and DEADMAU5 part ways to find SUPACREE.

What the fuck.

I told you.

This isn't happening.

I FUCKING TOLD YOU!

AWWWW.

Look.

Nothing's in there…

Just wait, dude.

JOEL appears out of a portal; DEADMAU5 appears from another.

WHAT THE FUCK

I KNOW, RIGHT—

WHAT THE FUCK!

I KNOW, RIGHT.

___

What is this.

This is Skrillex.

Ew.

Don't touch it.

I'm not gonna.

You wanted to.

No I didn't.

But you thought about it—

I think about everything—

You are everything—

Everything is everything.

[beat]

Don't touch it.

Stop being telepathic!

You fucking WISH—

I —

___

Ū has been tormenting the DJs—mainly Dillon Francis— in a timeless eternal loop in an outer void created by SUPACREE.

Are SUPACREE and Ū not the same person?

They can be.

So what's the difference?

Skrillex.

Oh.

—

WHERE IS SKRILLEX.

STOP DOING THIS.

AGHHH.

AGGHHHHHHHH.

UNH.

SKRILLEX is thrown through a portal, landing in between the two.

Oh. There he is.

Wow. That's incredible.

I know, right?

I mean, I didn't think—

—I mean—

Huh.

Hm.

Is it… you?

...yeah, I guess.

Oh my God!

I FOUND SKRILLEX.

What's a “Skrillex?”

Oh NO—

Sonny—you're Skrillex—

Wait, who's “Sonny”

This isn't happening.

This is happening.

I hate you.

Dude, for WHAT?

I don't know—

You hate yourself!

—everybody does that!

They bicker

(Very slow clap)

Wvow

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