Time...
A reflection of the devil suddenly stared back at me, whispering words of salvation,
Surely if I Surrender the people would know a satanic change in my direction,
Tonight I sit awake from what I saw, dissappearing into the ruins of a blood laden floor,
I was dressed in reaper, deep from the mississippi delta reaching for the book and the lord.
Take me with the crimson flood, I'll flow from my soul and show you life is good,
I'll venture into the depths and swim with the ghosts, taste the history of their blood,
Beyond the tarmac I used to walk upon, now I'm above liquid feeding the hundreds,
If I wear the make-up of a holy man, does that allow you to taste the fruits of the crumbled.
From an orphaned personality to a world that I don't accept,
I live and walk the cracks of insanity but I never speak of death,
Hands of the underground keep grabbing onto my legs,
Voices are telling me that I need to sing their song and leave no breath.
As time stands before me, I realise that we're in control of our destiny,
Blinded by the conditioning we bestow upon ourselves and yet sell cowards reality,
Is father time catching up on society? Do the lines in my face tell you a different story,
Has the soul of my vessel just had enough?
Until now,
Until time,
Until I saw death...
That's when I knew my story.
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Sometimes I think really hard and I hear a voice telling me that we are all cattle in the end, to keep us all docile we have certain avenues programmed into our brains, we access these ideologies via cultural and religious beliefs. If I choose to pray and really believe in a God then I'll see and hear a god, If I choose a dark path then I will dwell in the dark, whatever I choose, it then becomes my belief but in the end, belief just stops me from losing my mind to the reality of existence, something has designed us.