i saw his face in the sky
features weakened
because I knew this wasn't my beacon deception slowly leaking
from in between the wreath of a serpent dressed as jesus
please us they yell to a sky not yet parted
earthquakes awake
as those waves carve new meaning in your memory bank
rather dwell in the shades of gray
as a percentage is fixed on a master race
faster pace
running from them demons
while heaven on earth is left depleted
history cheated
given the wrong reasons to feel comfortable in a place where breathing is considered treason
you heathens
may your deaths leave your soul without a trace
i mean it calms the heart rate
seeing the person you hate catch a stone to the face
since when?
comprehend
every friend can become an enemy
& every enemy can become a friend
so hold your spirits in
& don't let that serpent trend
