Absent Minded
Judgement
The coffins are open
and the dead arise to the sound of trumpets
the angel of death is in the clouds
and the aeon is about to begin for new life and second chances
Rebirth and renewal
inner transformation and the ah ha of understanding when you figure it out
but i am judged on my name
I am judged for i am insane
i am judged by the color of my hair and skin
my sexuality and religion
Blow the trumpet angel
let the dead arise and the inner transformation begin
let them all understand the language of the souls
and let us unite in bliss
let us understand now
that i could be anything
i could be something
but soo many turn away
creatively throwing me away
like a condemned pack of tarot cards
a divination tool for the futures we are not meant to see
that the bible itself predicts
Tell me a prayer now oh Judgement
let me sleep within the dream within a dream
let me hear the voices of stillness give me strength
and the easiest solutions to the quick fixes
and the other ways so i can find what must be done
as i carry out my way
as a wise man shedding my skin
to change my old habits to become renewed again
I am judged from my appearance and the way i write
they say that like attracts like
but opposites attract as well
so tell me tell me
why am i going on about how love sells?
why am i being judged when you have not that power over me
blow that trumpet dear angel
let the ghosts come fiending for the shadows
of the wicked who had them outsmarted
let them come upon me and see
i am no better no more or less talented no more or less brave
but something they are and aren't
Tell me Judgement
with your watery graves and clouds
with your aeon of dreams within dreams
when will our spirits sore
to the inner beats of the romance of the selfless selfish love
we need to give and give to receive
tell me judgement why am i judged in gods image of man?
if we are created in gods image
why do i judge myself and am judged by others?
I am not dead but i hear church bells
and at war the trumpets steadily blow
for the children the mothers and soldiers
angel of death and Judgement
wake us so!!
and the dead arise to the sound of trumpets
the angel of death is in the clouds
and the aeon is about to begin for new life and second chances
Rebirth and renewal
inner transformation and the ah ha of understanding when you figure it out
but i am judged on my name
I am judged for i am insane
i am judged by the color of my hair and skin
my sexuality and religion
Blow the trumpet angel
let the dead arise and the inner transformation begin
let them all understand the language of the souls
and let us unite in bliss
let us understand now
that i could be anything
i could be something
but soo many turn away
creatively throwing me away
like a condemned pack of tarot cards
a divination tool for the futures we are not meant to see
that the bible itself predicts
Tell me a prayer now oh Judgement
let me sleep within the dream within a dream
let me hear the voices of stillness give me strength
and the easiest solutions to the quick fixes
and the other ways so i can find what must be done
as i carry out my way
as a wise man shedding my skin
to change my old habits to become renewed again
I am judged from my appearance and the way i write
they say that like attracts like
but opposites attract as well
so tell me tell me
why am i going on about how love sells?
why am i being judged when you have not that power over me
blow that trumpet dear angel
let the ghosts come fiending for the shadows
of the wicked who had them outsmarted
let them come upon me and see
i am no better no more or less talented no more or less brave
but something they are and aren't
Tell me Judgement
with your watery graves and clouds
with your aeon of dreams within dreams
when will our spirits sore
to the inner beats of the romance of the selfless selfish love
we need to give and give to receive
tell me judgement why am i judged in gods image of man?
if we are created in gods image
why do i judge myself and am judged by others?
I am not dead but i hear church bells
and at war the trumpets steadily blow
for the children the mothers and soldiers
angel of death and Judgement
wake us so!!
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