“Gene's World”

Sit back and relax as I attach the facts the devil couldn’t match. I’m built for the clash, armor of God with the sword in the stash. Sufferin’ succotash this world will never last, needle through the dash, fiat currency lies will burn like fire on cash. Open your eyes to the unique disguise before the open door pass. Don’t take the mark when the tribulation start, times get dark, but I’m sealed in the Ark.
Faith on fire, got the Word as my spark,
Eyes on the King, not the beast in the park.