Perhaps you are not using the almighties name in vain
but you predict things that never happen
and will not happen in any realm of the worldy experience
you are granted instant gratification
for the white wizard you claim to be
the one who has the puzzle
of religion all figured
and which domino placed where
falls how
and you are on the front page
of every global magazine
but believe me
as i prove to you
in the metaphorical magic in my living room
the curse under rug swept
and how God's ears hear not only me
but see through you
now i am a hippocrit
he's paying attentio no
manipulating such divine confused energy
is that what you believe?
this white wizard of doctrine writes to you to speak out in what you are doing
the freudian slips you predict
are your own undoing
the only truth you have predicted are the false bearings
you are entitled to
and your karmic lessons and humiliation
sure we do not see your face
but i look into my eyes as i ecercise the demons of society
light my candles of authority
and preach upon the righteous of their forgotten seed and disbelief
Do you deserve it
after soo many lies?
have you earned it?
to see the future
and the maggots turn in to flies?
did you cry for the world when you saw such horrible tragedy?
or were you corrupt in you misery
pining over who deserved what
as you come to humble me.
Did any of you predict me?
did any of you see me coming?
did any of you warn anybody of the man who would do what i do
do you know anything about the power that i am?
do you know anyhting about my life or the crime scen around me?
did you forwarn them the tragedy of my doom
and the hearts i am here to heal as i ananlyse everything through the shadow
of belief and disbelief to uncover what?
the future you don't see!
Tear off your masks
show your face for the world to see
admit you are a liar
and i will let you walk with ease
renounce your subconcious planted seeds
and your trickery upon god
the self fulfilling civilisations of propoganda and brainwash did not know
the brainwashed man amde god
would be4come as elf fulfilling prophet?
What do you see now
a coffin a ghost?
do you see images swirling in your head
a secret alphabet a code?
show me a psychic as bold as you
show me a medium whose not looking for your truth
show me the rocks i have thrown to the future
show me everything
i dont see
and I'll tell you wether or not you see the future.
are you using logic and reason
tarot and the I-ching
the zodiac and the ouja to control
the population at the feet of your annointed king?
do you realise you are false or do you truly feel
the terror of the future screaming to you like a lion
at the cherry tree
of ancient chineese wisdom
what do you know false prophet?
are you philosophising or just using revers psychology?
what riddle is lost in the alphabet
i revealed for all to see?
whose pointing the finger at the past
who probably could not see
whose stuck in the middle
counting his blessings
whose in the future with a prize and an answer
for a riddle to make you smarter and a test for a prophet
other than me.
did you see the death of a generation
and the rebirth of the next one?
did you predict the change of the tides?
or the force of oppression from a future government
recycling cursed dreams?
did you see a dead poet worshipped from beyond the grave?
Did you see the stars changing shape as the zodiac is replaced
tell me prophet
what do you see
this is your test
and its between you and me
in the future
15 years from now
what becomes of the present
or can you really see that far?
do we reinvent dna
and come up with a new religion
do we transform currency
and learn through our indecision
its time we prove we're worthy of being forgiven
do we build mansions of puzzles to haunt you as you cant find your way out
tell me dear prophet
what is the future really truly actually going to be abouit?
One last warning as the curtain falls
the book writes itself and the fairytlae has its parallels
and you are but an actor
who needs to make an amends
the next scene commences and i need to know are we enemies
are you a pawn
a propoganda
or brainwahed beyond comprehension?
i may not be your genie
you hold sway over with pictures of his dead baby
i may not be the next unfulfilled psychoanalysed
self fulfilling wish of the nazis
i may not be the only one who demands my name only be spoken
when necisarry and not overused
but balck and blue censored aching my friend
bones and angels
im collecting metaphors and exagerations
and through time i see the obvious
of who is wearing what pair of freak or shoes
one sided stories coming from perfection
of logic and bliss
to be pined over with wisdom thought over learned from
and divided into what
statues or time capsules
of the best future course for man to follow as we set our emotions aside
to follow what is considered mans plan the next generation is forced to agree upon
so what are the future wars about my prophet?
who are the leaders of piece and who are the followers
of what tragedy
and where is the crime spree totalled
what proof do you have with a resume of nothing
pretending to be somebody else....
and as the past and the present and the future watches you in disgust
and you see the message from the romans
telling you their metaphor on how to save your life and what jesus really did for you
tell me dear false prophet
if you dont make your amends what do i have in store for you?
and as nostradamus speaks in quatrains and this witch has misplacedd a spell of doom upon you
how do you plan to add to the pot of what and how
and when and where and proof of what is to come
if and wehen you dont succumb
to the crime called you.
so this is my attempt at god
this is my vain attempt to risk my life for yours
to reach out into your heart that never cried for a single lost or dead soul
to say look into my weary heartbroken lines
read betwen them and know it is I
i look in the mirror of the voice of man
and you see nothing
and you're holding me back
cursing the pure
deafening the dream
but know this
that is your purpose
for in this time we live in
man cannot fathom or understand
or respect
let alone deserve
the powers he thinks he can manipulate
for the test of sewing what he reaps
as the puzzle of white wizardry remains
and you ask what does this mean
and i leave you stuck wrapped up inside yourself
sneaking around you with suspicion
sneaking and liding gods puzzles in place
as the sliders of time evcacuate and make their escape
and then it clicks and
a hush falls into the room
as this psychioc attack seems to clam you
you dont know what or where or who to turn to
and this sneaking comes from all sides
like a lesson learned from the children of the great egyptian children
who used to torment their prey with hide and seek
and you might hear the laughter as the shoes sneak around
inside you will break
sneaking from corner passing it one from soul to soul
blues spirit shining to yellow spitit, who knows
sneaking in and out of you they place the pieces perfectly
and this is what you become
slide my hands of time
the puzzle of god you wanted
BOOM
your empty
its too late
you've already fallen too far from grace
BANG it's over and you've sealed your fate
you should have known and ive warned you you fool
lesson one for the psychioc retard
you couldnt even predict your own psychotic fate
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