Emerged from the flames;
Goons and goblins get consumed by the heat
Furnace burning flesh
never learn that lies penetrate souls,
no purgatory for the wicked,
false prayers and wishes you can keep ‘em;
Composed with decomposed prose,
regurgitated like bulimic systems;
drowning in my own spiritualism,
trying to discern with a prophets discretion;
shield and sword is my Father's protection,
perfection is my flesh's desires,
however my soul knows better;
Colder winters and hotter summers;
witnessed inside the cerebral cavity of my mental insanity
Because most unable to comprehend the apprehension
of a born again revolutionist,
pissed by the institution's prejudice,
injustice,
especially when it's just-us;
Asking questions,
but having to answer myself;
The quiet voice in the wilderness has spoken
no evil so I live piously until the day they burn my flesh,
cremated,
once my bone and flesh no longer breathing earth's H2 minus the O;
3/4th's of body equals water,
the revolver forever the problem solver,
however the original man still considered 3/4th's a man;
I refuse to overstand;
With hair of wool, feet colored bronze
and the DNA of an EL residing inside my blood;
