(Verse 1)
The sun shines so bright with light soothing homes
Our lungs bind the air as we smile through telephones
Ladies speak in mellow tones, below faces of chrome
Comedians breathing jokes within hollow yellow heated domes
Enshrouded by zones, of kids bathing in foam,
Only happiness is known, evil never unfolds
Though behold I bring to you the famine ore the border
The bulimic’s screaming leaning in for food and drops of water
For above the clouds darkness enshrouds,
A tower made of bound hounds and ruined ruler’s crowns
On top of that, stands the evil one
Gazing on the grazing fading phasing peoples feeble sons
Holding choking the handles of blazing heated evil guns
Tears of pain escape the lame as they begin to sleep
Dreams of rain irate the flames as they begin to weep
He laughs at shaking breaking trees on streets when thunder speaks
Gripping daggers dripping with blood and melting sorrow
He stabs and drags the bagged corpses of our helpless tomorrows
Into realms where countless demons lurk and smirk at what we borrow
For who can borrow time, or dream to warp it
The path treaded by Jesus pained, but it’s time we walk it
The world’s diversity profusely gets colder and older
It’s time we heed the signs and put the cross on our shoulders
Though we the humble stumble stagger and fall
Those in comfort zones crumble fracture in rapture and crawl
The dispatcher of actors laughs as with time they brawl
Storming through the yawning mouths of clubs at the devil’s call
Redemption stands tall, over-looking the Earth
But first reverse the curse dispersed into your birth
Revert the hurt to blurt out the thirst and share a common purse
With us end time Christians, who bend rhymes and glisten
Stitch glitches in tongues to listen, to the beating pistons
In the bleeding distance of the apocalyptic resistance
Persistence, may yet be the only hope for our existence
(Chorus)
Learn to love purpose, my love for purpose reflects in the depths of my verses
Call it purpose in cursive, and not purpose in serpents
For purpose rips through comfort zones and curtains. . .
Learn to love purpose, my love for purpose reflects in my depths of my verses
Call it purpose in cursive, and not purpose in serpents
For purpose rips through comfort zones and curtains. . .
(Verse 2)
So let’s burst above the above the blur that darkens our ways
And slay the treacherous hands of he who darkens our days
No longer be dismayed by leather and T.V
But rather be swiftly contagious like feathers and T.B
Whether it’s easy, or harder that the hearts of pastel Medes
Intertwined with the seizing wheezing seeds of fang filled demons,
Believe me; I see thee, for darkness quivers and shivers before light
Dribbles like nervous circus spawned soccer players at night
And takes flight, at the sight of revealed kneeled might
Never concealed, for the Spirit marches around
Any man who claps his hands in faith sending shivers through the ground
Up high the evil one gazes down at the cracks
Frowns at the lack, of hope for his fellow fiends
Black feathers fly as evil dies like the gloom in mellow dreams
The earth trembles on levels deep beneath the devil’s feet
Assembles creeks, of rotten begotten fruit trees for imps to eat. . .
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