I broke my daily bread today. Now will I have help to pay? Or bedlam thwarted hardened hearts. Break us down were all just parts. Now shake it off and ride the rain. Be it seldom bouts of sane. For on this day of our Lord. The day I dawned my mighty sword. The day of which the Lawless bring. Which is my Day of Reckoning. For those who've lost their purest joy. The best the most The Real McCoy. For I will not die on my knees. Only on my feet in a crisp cool breeze. So be forewarned and heed my words. For I am the shepherd herding the herds. Not like Moses and his Eden. My atom split that's what I'm feedin. Believe in GOOD it's a feeling. Always wholesome, right and healing. So live life real not scared and fearful. Ok I'm done now that's an earful!