It seems like mankind is drownin' in its own cryin' sea/1
And the air bubbles are the few who are still trying to breath/2
Tryin' to be, anything else but what the rest try and decree/3
Mankind's chances have crashed and only a few are findin debris/4
As if we wanted safety, yet many still cant find peace/5
Let the lord guide the soul to the right path/6
Some take the chance, fuck up, and go right back/7
Some take the time to educate themselves/8
Not on others' problems but their own darkness that dwells/8
The self hate that swells-9
The concious that rebels-10
Crushing the braincells to gel-11
Trapped inside a slowly closing cell/12
Till the senses produce allusions and smells-13
The charcoal ash of hell/14
It's farewell to the sanity of his humanity-15
Submit to the vanity and participate in profanity/16
I over look the path that the prior man went/17
Played dominos with talesmen and the ten commandments/18
Cracked in half, letting the immortal spirit spew/19
Man heard my words in hebrew and gradually they were skewed/20
The holy number 7, representing heaven-21
Misconstrued from the styxx in which you laid your head in/22
Flowing the color in which the body bled in/23
The souls do not maintain-They are spread to traits compressing/24
reposessing a mortals' skin with the words of god's blessing/25
"chigh-adeem, shareem-y-adoni"-26
Meaning the streams of dreams place the colors in your eyes/27
Ambission, the spirit struggling but never submitting/28
Every life ended leaves purgatory in a state of forever shifting/29
Sifting through the sands of time-The Body And The Mind/30
The hypnotizing shines from Prime Angels of the rhymes/31
A muse assigned, to every being possessed-with a soul/32
Fingerprints are the crest of the mind, laced with traces of gold/33
The pointed edge from the spear of Cane is shaped into the waist/34
The bold presence of Adam placed from the throat to the organs with which it is you taste/35
A molecule, shared between thieves and enemies/36
The killing of relatives is a stern and firm belief/37
Since the age, of Luciphers felt presence/38
The plan was to kill God and reinvent him/39
The craft practiced in pitch black darkness/40
The Third Eye shakra's power was fully harnessed/41
The teeth used in the verbal speech were his sharpest/42
Leaving a path of banished souls rising from their carcases/43
Flipping the deerskin pages from Tibetian's Book Of The Dead/44
My Body shook from my head and spine down to the tips of my hands/45
For this was man, and his liberties to quivver fear/46
Of The questions in which were answered but did not hear/47
As dawn appeared-48
And the sun rose from the East-49
Frozen was the monster's throne and the sacrificing of beasts/50
Banished to a place beyond pain-51
Colored in the blood from the veins of all who were slain/52
His existence is anger and therefore fire is his sibling/53
Never to transpire out of the damned's scribblings...54