Holy Rapture
Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 6:15 am
When I was designed...
my maker dined on fine wine.
Born angry in the West,
but in my city...the sun doesn’t set.
The horror doesn’t end! The Holy never bend!
sell souls to the devil, expand and collect the dividends
whether or not you like me,
you got to admit I can rhyme, 'poetry'
Yo, try an envision being born in an instant
Two babies born screaming,
vibrating the sound spectrum with innocence.
Load the last stage. Erode the shore!
Be afraid of the black plague and the loose lips of a whore.
Cherished every moment spent with you.
closed the casket standing right next to you.
My bro died, so I saluted the army.
poured out some beer and cried passionately
the way I write is a new form of calligraphy,
a form more powerful then Ancient Mythology
In the hurt locker, I feel lost daily,
like the homeless when bush cut social security
Born to a world with icy shores,
where the devil shivers on the street, poor.
where the older gods
fought frantically against Trojan knights
The crimson sunset...a divine embrace
like war on roman nights around the birthplace of Christ.
The sight of thee frightens me.
like Vinnie "in Judea when they took the Pagan's advice"
War produces morbid intentions
and cries from the sight of intestines
I make scientists cry with biblical rhymes
and feel cursed cause of the lies from the church
Jesus doesn’t live inside me...I live outside him!
Thoughts of every Muslim making bombs
in a land of make believe, the explosions tore me apart
Just want to leave this world
like one of the humans of Noah's ark
Pray for an escape plan,
long footprints on Arabian sands
Hell ain't cold. Fighting for the cross...
Best believe Hell is where the soul is lost
I just want to survive the night.
Don’t understand why we fight.
I'm puzzled, like the six sides of a rubix
Explosions from the double helix.
depression so deep, no one should feel this!
Armed to the teeth, a warm breathe to breath
Never needed to read a cannon's Manuel!
Breed streets in veins with knowledge of a prison's cell
absolute power, enemies cower
a prisoner locked for eternity inside a medieval tower
A knife, a chest, Iron chains of conquest.
An intention of the devil is my mind set.
Demonic forces and Battle scars are where my torture is kept
ultrasonic screams endorse images that'll rattle even the bizarre
So screw school, I lived life on the street, hired a substitute student,
argued the golden rule, strapped the heat and made a shade's movement absent!
my maker dined on fine wine.
Born angry in the West,
but in my city...the sun doesn’t set.
The horror doesn’t end! The Holy never bend!
sell souls to the devil, expand and collect the dividends
whether or not you like me,
you got to admit I can rhyme, 'poetry'
Yo, try an envision being born in an instant
Two babies born screaming,
vibrating the sound spectrum with innocence.
Load the last stage. Erode the shore!
Be afraid of the black plague and the loose lips of a whore.
Cherished every moment spent with you.
closed the casket standing right next to you.
My bro died, so I saluted the army.
poured out some beer and cried passionately
the way I write is a new form of calligraphy,
a form more powerful then Ancient Mythology
In the hurt locker, I feel lost daily,
like the homeless when bush cut social security
Born to a world with icy shores,
where the devil shivers on the street, poor.
where the older gods
fought frantically against Trojan knights
The crimson sunset...a divine embrace
like war on roman nights around the birthplace of Christ.
The sight of thee frightens me.
like Vinnie "in Judea when they took the Pagan's advice"
War produces morbid intentions
and cries from the sight of intestines
I make scientists cry with biblical rhymes
and feel cursed cause of the lies from the church
Jesus doesn’t live inside me...I live outside him!
Thoughts of every Muslim making bombs
in a land of make believe, the explosions tore me apart
Just want to leave this world
like one of the humans of Noah's ark
Pray for an escape plan,
long footprints on Arabian sands
Hell ain't cold. Fighting for the cross...
Best believe Hell is where the soul is lost
I just want to survive the night.
Don’t understand why we fight.
I'm puzzled, like the six sides of a rubix
Explosions from the double helix.
depression so deep, no one should feel this!
Armed to the teeth, a warm breathe to breath
Never needed to read a cannon's Manuel!
Breed streets in veins with knowledge of a prison's cell
absolute power, enemies cower
a prisoner locked for eternity inside a medieval tower
A knife, a chest, Iron chains of conquest.
An intention of the devil is my mind set.
Demonic forces and Battle scars are where my torture is kept
ultrasonic screams endorse images that'll rattle even the bizarre
So screw school, I lived life on the street, hired a substitute student,
argued the golden rule, strapped the heat and made a shade's movement absent!