I know some white walkers the type to siphon the life off ya, they so cold, white zombies, ice frosted. This white Walker? His call to fame is a christ walker, but will bite off ya face then walk right off ya. Then make altar calls of faith, behind an icy wall of hate, hyped offers, of salvation and freedom, just bow take an allegiance you’ve now made an agreement to wipe off the, white coffins of lives slaughtered, blacks martyred just cover the corpse, and shovel with force, another one torched, million dollar lawyer reports to cover the trouble in court. These sky-walkers can read Luke, and not see truth that their right father isn’t a High Abba but more like - Darth-or -darker, but inside their hearts they feel just like Martha. Grind harder to tithe larger, and spread their lies farther. These white walkers


They will destroy yo soul, they just want control. Leave yo body so cooolddd. So cold
Feast on the vulnerable, convert em just to make them cold. But I had to break the mold I aint tryna play a game of thrones


This isn’t drama, this is religious trauma. This is just a picture of religion that’s being sponsored. Convoluted converts, con artists in concert, gods word turned into commerce, lets converse./ Bomb flow, seven respond slow, several weapons that hit my chest resurrected I’m John Snow. Nah I’m Arya stark preparing a dart attackin at a lair in the dark dragon glass square in the heart stabbing pass various parts. A Targaryen barbarian marked for death with each walking step. Aiming at The Night King of the Right Wing... see this heat here will actually melt ya and ya pastors and elders for every church reject this will passionately help ya. See... I know a place colder than Winterfell, ironic because working there is the closest I’ve been to hell.