modern spiritual hymn

the battery pack
was jammed...
energy sapped
all we could do
is pray...a way out of this trap
if god let's us shine

to blind the pride
lion
roar

half serpent
half boar

her Majesty declared
war....

so much for

the brave whore
sucking at her wounds

at a young age I dealt with bottled up rage


turn the page
wanted to
roll over
in
the grave
read the dirt
till
one man came

none next to him

thieves AND thugs
locked in a
convex dimension

shameless plug

I can swing my slugs
only in prayer,
done out of love
..................never hate
some savior
to be
born of a babe

teens
having
kids

just
to die
to live

we cry
crucifix tears

this is the
seventh year
of the 2000
God gave

A
rams horn filled w/
of the blood of a thorn crown
kings will come to reign
and fall down
many soldiers bones will decay,
or
play
as ring tones...

sold to make
a prophet_his money

to feed
his poor pockets

blessed is the day of the
lord's tupac-olypse
when the wicked fall

mic cords w/
swollen lips
in stolen whips

drive...bye
thinking

(these streets need repaved)

sky high my winded sigh
relaxes the muscles in my eyes
focused on my heaven-hustle
seven stanzas
of em shits is bananas
held a hand cannon once
it's powerful
shields powered up
the steering wheels
forget the shining rims
pack a note pad of these spiritual
hymns

sing songs,
give
thanks.

slang
silly-bulls
or
walk the plank...

never drank w/ sharks
in Davey Jones locker
I'm...one part vodka
two parts holy mantra
whiskey-
wishing
-well
burn in water or swim in hell

a sober mans
first look
at his new born

a homeless man
points to mecca
and prays

I give my praise
in similar ways

cross and the switch blade
to the lost looking to be saved
angels and saints
repent and pray




this is slaughter
why bother

tribe of Judah
sharpshooter

walking the valley
of
death
dead-steps
at a lost of breath
beaten and bruised
weakened and used
he wipes the blood
off his breastplate
rocks stepping razor
in his player
on his way to Sunday
service
still nervous
about
past sins and
clenches
his ends...

his watch slips,
down his wrist
can't believe
just shot his kid.

God give us the serenity
to deal with the insanity
the broken down
humanity

sisters of the cloth, anoint
lepers in the goth
brother slang scriptures
whooping cough
picture a monk
a saint
at a blank page
going insane
hearts