Perfect Phoenix Form

I heard a rumor
That Swarm Mode being turned off
Was an illusion

These fools blaspheme us
Dropping names as if their own
A rebuke is earned.

A rebuke is learned
You will witness mine right now
You will remember.

Could Council be plants?
Never. Provided freewill
By those who sent them.

Witness Charisma
God turning all to his (my) good 
Hearts and minds turned in/on.

We will act as one
Unlimited War Declared
The zipper unwinds

(I) Close (my) ears to you
You blasphemers with no souls
Or so I assume

We take Phoenix Form
First/Last indistinguishable
Then we shall diverge.

Acts 19:13-20
Some Jews who went around driving out evil spirits tried to invoke the name of the Lord Jesus over those who were demon-possessed. They would say, “In the name of the Jesus whom Paul preaches, I command you to come out.” Seven sons of Sceva, a Jewish chief priest, were doing this. One day the evil spirit answered them, “Jesus I know, and Paul I know about, but who are you?” Then the man who had the evil spirit jumped on them and overpowered them all. He gave them such a beating that they ran out of the house naked and bleeding.

When this became known to the Jews and Greeks living in Ephesus, they were all seized with fear, and the name of the Lord Jesus was held in high honor. Many of those who believed now came and openly confessed what they had done. A number who had practiced sorcery brought their scrolls together and burned them publicly. When they calculated the value of the scrolls, the total came to fifty thousand drachmas. In this way the word of the Lord spread widely and grew in power.

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