I would die and resurrect again
if it meant I would have a chance
to repent and be glorious again
let me take you on a tour within
i've learned a lot since then
the knowledge I have gained
is wearing my patience thin
should I tell them?
or will they just ignore and continue to walk around dazed?
like numbers didn't come attached to your days
crazed men have entered a temple
they look upon the ideas within the mental
and burn
until not even a stencil can reincarnate and impregnate the godly design
meant to better with time
like aged wine
instead they play victim to crimes
no one is on site to see
seed of a forefather who could have been a prodigy
but
hung loosely from palm trees
ornaments
let the hate fornicate with the membranes
producing a child like no other
umber brother with the soul of a panther lying in wait for undercover
trust one another
for I have seen love in the heart of lust.
