Nine

My words are like nuclear subs and this air is the ocean

To the ends of the earth, I will go to reflect them

Futurist prophet, preparing for eternity

Twenty-first century fox, anti-vaccine

I wear the helmet of salvation for protection while I'm slayin'

Fallen angels that are preyin' on this idolatrous nation

Change the radio station, airwaves of abomination

Calculation of plays, subconscious mind manipulation

Hear the gospel in syllables, supernaturally audible

On the way to the kingdom, I can see the invisible