I've been preaching on these streets for beau-coup years
but
I finally heard that my words reigned on deaf ears;
so I've begun a new approach
because it's obvious the previous is broke;
so I left the streets
and
started speaking over harmonic beats
about
truth & lies,
false alibi's
and
secret plots to infiltrate,
sabotage, &
divide...
then redirect a people through their faith
with style and grace
so much that they've never even thought
to rationalize stories that sound like believable lies;
stop being blind
remove the wool from thine eyes;
stories were made up
to keep us
complacently satisfied...
while the creators of these allegories
laugh so hard that they urinate themselves and cry
when they sit back and watch
how their plan has taken it's own shape
and is doing their job just fine;
If someone died for my sins
then why am I still hurting?
If someone died for my sins
then why do I still have to fight
the urge to sin?