( fully discipline your mind and body or shut the hell up) and let your words be your actions.
212.
Desolate heritage
They are trying to steal my light
And I let them too easily
What is grace if you cannot share it
My despair is gone after a worthy howl
Ran into a brother to camp upon a desolate heritage
Foraging for a spiritual discipline
Stompin down those walls of iniquity
Evil is forcing me to be righteous
I’ve been livin life searchin for a break from reality but I’ve found one
Specially wit dis ego personal consciousness the only thing close is a stupid distraction
Even my song is a subconscious outlet of the mania everyone seems to be a victim to
The appearance of composure but raging on the inside
To be empty for a while makes the next wave of fullness exceedingly great
But things syncopate my lord and we are all phony’s
If I call you out I must call myself out at the same time
A curse of a materialistic independence in the land of the spoiled spiteful belittleful majority
Prisoners to a science man made
Jesus descended first before he rose and someone stole his robe walked around preaching a false doctrine
I want to leave anger behind but I can’t cause I am a human besides I am on my second death which makes me pace and experience all I can in this lifespan
You’ll miss me
I am bombarded with a situation no one can do shit about
I have gaps of a break from reality the ignorant have became wise in that case
How can anyone face a reality that leads to…
The world is broken but I cannot blame it for breaking me
I know nothing but it and cannot even flee it in a space shuttle let alone dream
If I was never taught language would I still have this consciousness that thought is disturbing
Cause I had no choice and if I had one I could’ve avoided…
Even when I act not to care it is false and my plea is out of a low ranking suffering/desperation
I have seen the lowest of the low and the highest heights and neither are full or lacking I guess all are deserving according to some scale that everything at some point when it all resets gets be god
First and last no longer applies
I know its nobodies fault but mines
But I easily forget that some have conquered themselves but died alone failing to…
Even christs miracles couldn’t
I will call you out till you strike me down less we be the offspring of a fallen angel and pretend to be of god
Cause even the devout cast out sell out
When did your cloud stop hovering over us
But yesterday a brother reminded me how you pop in
Which is good cause at first you paid too much attention and they either depended on you or mocked you I forgot patience in perseverance
Maybe my longing is older than I know
It always makes sense but during the lesson you slowly recognized that you first started out saying this is impossible until you start crafting
And time I thought it existed until I ignored it
How can you not want us to be a part of the world of flesh you created!
All we are left to believe in something happening that has never happened
Do away with
Do away with
Do away with
Did you the creation of this and us leave us or became
I know you will answer me with an action rather than a word maybe a dream or an acquaintance
Some of their eyes take a hold of me and I think god has took over them to talk to me
Or bob said I am not ready for purification
I stopped praying and only give thanks
We have been in a drought of actual signs
Marveled by devils dressed in light
We would follow a torch into a trap cause you have cut us off and the last covenant was of a love I cannot find
Am I your host or do I just have an imagination
Become straightforward with us or you will lose us
You listened to moses to spare a few
Or does the brew I drink matter
Is this christs new creation/consciousness or a diversion of the devil
If we started out on a journey and did not know what was before us not knowing where we are walking to and all over clues are foreign and perfectly contradictory and even the tour guide goes off path
So who are we following
So I decided to stand still and wait for death or a spirit that knows the way in a tongue of not of man or of fallen angel
I can already predict/visualize the stupid shit I’ll go through already
So why would i live through it well it is better than inexistence
When was the last time you manifested a creation other than a writing or a song dissipated by interpretation
Have you had a union/understanding that lasts always
I seek perfection and I hate it at the same time
In that way in any body can be god cause you never have to say the truth
You want me to play a song I know not yet of it would be premature
It would not fully convert their breed
You hold off your wrath cuz you obtain so much mercy
Us liars always give ourselves away
But I am here to admit the disappointment in this self that is selfish unless I have enough evil in my pocket to waste they take me into their place in my diluted grace and i have become their disease so I can see better
I think the letter I should be abolished from society and also the alpha-bet
Their god is their own belly and their brains are someone elses
If everybody could be the way they want to be they would but can’t
Who can take their scriptures literal in this modern mad world
I did not view my own birth so how can I believe
I was not their for year one a.d nor b.c so how can I believe its 2011
I’ve been lied to my whole life so…
I believe there is a reason and a sinner can be a vessel for anothers righteous works
So I give thanks for this stressful knowledge
If man created this archetype
I know the creator is the author of a greater surprise
The living have never been dead and jesus could be fertilizer for a
A harvest that will come from enough blood
How can reproductions be original and not produce something that is not already prophesied
Strike me strike me or let me listen to people who are phony liars my whole life
Is that your method of increasing belief….
You gone reap just what you sow
Do you know we have moved 60 degrees since you’ve left
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