a vesselled life is an open grave
unanswered questions from blood past- us
in attrition we see “pastors” stealing candy from babes
christianity can only raise prostitutes and thieves!
moses fashioned past us nooses from saklas
a real god who only see hearts will not care for sandals
telling men what the pact was in performative factors
and it’s in stone -
fearing it’s illegitimacy like today’s churches and duplexes
making them depraved, stony-hearted, devilish and pompous
thou shallt conditioning created man the rapacious pillager
thou shall not steal and capitalism ran into towns and villages
thous shall not covet thy neighbour wife; adultery is common place
stone commandments gave us the sins they want us to commit
stone society and perpetuated the scarcity that normalizes
to play judge jury and sexecutioner, selling both crack and rehab center
and its in stone
vesselled lives, have questions from open graves
seeking vengeance, are our truly death untimely or sacrifices??
sadner sadd talks of a blood thirsty god in love with war and chaos
everything that have happened is alive and happening again through us.
the past is still here our frequency just cannot see us
ours is to pass the baton, as vicarious as we have received us
having died, we have returned, paradise grievous and failing because -
the god is wrong, the indoctrination, the blocks, the man, the jesus
for we have refused to shake the foundations of these thieving demons
leave us!, let us be poor! Soylent green is made of people like, as -
the money we spend are the blood of our brothers, Spare us !
For it is stone and it weight us.
how quaint that it be stone, the essence of babylon
come friends, don’t despair- it weathers, in reading we shout alleluia
come then, time is of no essence, nothing must what we ought to
spent quite the time, You have on yours, You needn’t fear it’s crumble
if it be the truth,this foundation of yours, why fear the foment of fathers
small green puff of mari ganja, and you run skelter pointing fingers
for I know, I needn’t worry for in time, all rock weathers -
like stone, every wrong thing forced on thus earth will finally be thrown
For I know, one day a plant will grow out of such hearts made into stone
It will be that which is sent to us, for the resetting of the dome..
unanswered questions from blood past- us
in attrition we see “pastors” stealing candy from babes
christianity can only raise prostitutes and thieves!
moses fashioned past us nooses from saklas
a real god who only see hearts will not care for sandals
telling men what the pact was in performative factors
and it’s in stone -
fearing it’s illegitimacy like today’s churches and duplexes
making them depraved, stony-hearted, devilish and pompous
thou shallt conditioning created man the rapacious pillager
thou shall not steal and capitalism ran into towns and villages
thous shall not covet thy neighbour wife; adultery is common place
stone commandments gave us the sins they want us to commit
stone society and perpetuated the scarcity that normalizes
to play judge jury and sexecutioner, selling both crack and rehab center
and its in stone
vesselled lives, have questions from open graves
seeking vengeance, are our truly death untimely or sacrifices??
sadner sadd talks of a blood thirsty god in love with war and chaos
everything that have happened is alive and happening again through us.
the past is still here our frequency just cannot see us
ours is to pass the baton, as vicarious as we have received us
having died, we have returned, paradise grievous and failing because -
the god is wrong, the indoctrination, the blocks, the man, the jesus
for we have refused to shake the foundations of these thieving demons
leave us!, let us be poor! Soylent green is made of people like, as -
the money we spend are the blood of our brothers, Spare us !
For it is stone and it weight us.
how quaint that it be stone, the essence of babylon
come friends, don’t despair- it weathers, in reading we shout alleluia
come then, time is of no essence, nothing must what we ought to
spent quite the time, You have on yours, You needn’t fear it’s crumble
if it be the truth,this foundation of yours, why fear the foment of fathers
small green puff of mari ganja, and you run skelter pointing fingers
for I know, I needn’t worry for in time, all rock weathers -
like stone, every wrong thing forced on thus earth will finally be thrown
For I know, one day a plant will grow out of such hearts made into stone
It will be that which is sent to us, for the resetting of the dome..
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