Rebirth from wine, corn oil and dirt

I come with glad tidings, His mighty writing, His compositional aligning , His t
iming , His reciting..His medusa stare in the middle of his evil lair where he
performs his emortal pryers sound pops ,lighting crackles the jackel cannible's
mandible is too much to handle...i howl at the view of a blue moon, the stories
are true..i will transform for you...courious fogs, a mirage avator disrespect o
f gravitional laws fangs and claws the power of black holes throw crushed star
s king lyking changed into the underworld god of asgard...