On clenched fist now I shall take to the streets,
A madman you shall label me…
I bother not with the trivial labels meted out by the dead,
Of double headed religion I shall not associate,
Dammed is house that preaches no Love,
Here now is the revolution that knows new bullets,
Sanctity amidst the sacrifice of one,
Blessed are the dead that shall come alive.

Here our those empty eyes now…
                      the familiar gleam of the alienation,
We tried so so hard to be the king of the heap,
Into the heart of hell we gladly sacrificed ourselves,
Heres to the submission to their accusations.
Was there anyone of you worthy to be my savior? I’d think not…
   For amidst the perfection of it all
                     lies the same song of the same pains & torment,
the same fear of imperfection to be revealed to all,
tis the blackened fruits of our own condemnation.

Was it many years ago that I too walked the line?
the fine balance between self control and total madness?
Was it the sealing of the fate that I was to die in the dark,
                          and not found the people that loved me the most?
Did you all care for me at all when I was dead?
                  The former corpse that used to walk by you?
                        The very same fool that was reborn in His grace…
                                   the million fold victory that killed the hate within?

Here now..I present my case,
where like the boy I would have been doomed,
this now, is the the path I take,
A strength against the fire now, a life that ’s not my own,
Into the light of Christ I walk… seconds  ticking to the ultimate crescendo,
Open forth now! Into my Fathers grace you shall enter!
No more is the absoluteness of grief and law,
Into the Blessed light you shall enter!
        Be reborn into the newness against all that is dead!

Amidst the cracks I have seen the light,
A soft light that kills the damnation…
                  my afflictions all nailed forth by the death of an innocent man,
What have I got to prove now?
My rags of the finest degree in fashion… pure rotten entrails cast forth to  the drain
A blessed man am I in the Father… my only crown is His light,
Strength flowing in full in the glory of His love.

                       2.

Pure luminescence of lunar serenity,
eyes awake to the elements…still is the soul dancing to the Flame,
I think of you, sweet friend  from a distance,
You probably could tell now what I think of you,
Still I dareth not speak,
But still the love of the Father binds us firm,
a peace amidst the violence of emotions,
Sweetest peace is the sunlight that radiates both our days.

                       3.

Wrong info, dude! That’s what got me running in a fritz,
My emo can of worms are recoiling for a strike,
anytime now, the fuse shall do it’s run,
But hold on! Look! Here am I in His peace!
He holds me on…for he knows I am weak,
Even if the ropes shall break…still, man…He still loves me so!
My Father, My God…In His name alone…HA!… I am redeemed!

What is there for me, I ask of you?
A chorus of bullets was the defense
a trail of bloodied tears is all that I get,
I must leave now… for theres nothing more I can see,
A world of sacharine filled factions and snakes,
Only by three nails it is all nulified,
a sanctidfication that was considered imposible
for every one of the damned deserves another chance!

And what is all to you know, oh ye of hollowed out eyes?
An improbability for all this to make sense?
the simple of all solutions in one cast of the stone?
Wake up! For all of this will all unravel!
Scratch for the earth now, but the answers are not on our bones,
For in the time of our disappearance beckons,
the blood red sun of His glory shall leadeth the way.

A man in all incompleteness & flaw…

Here are the sores that are the flowers of my character

But lo and behold…tis a light that shines from the inside,

tis the fire that cleanses… the spirit of a God that loves me so.

And I tell you this…with all serious of manners,

A mortal like me definately diqualifies the mark,

the proverbial fool in cool thread of a husk

An excuse to illicit all your laughters,

hail hail to this embodiment of all jokes,

But a close look, now and you’d be pissed if you know…

an excuse for His grace to ruleth it in all,

down it comes now, the towers of all the natural.

the grumbling of overt evil,

the puntiation of wickedness

with the the cold black lines of apathy,

What are we to say now? Do we stay dead in our beds?

Or do we walk forth in resilent radiance,

the kind of light that the world lacked in full,

the kind that burnt away

our track record of our own carnal folies.

Are we gonna be beaten down by the fist of cold logic?

This hammer that judges us by toliet trained merits,

the neverending cycle of pefection

drawn forth by the weakness of our  fickle flesh,

Or do we strike out in total victory?

The ultimate leap into the great abyss,

All in the total in a total assurance of a grace unlimited

here’s to the luck that never really was.

Is it worth following the trail of the dead now, my friend?

a procession of garish masked defeat,

a proclaimation of formulas that were really nothing at all,

Wake up and Open up your eyes… the wide expanse of heaven beckons forth to you,

forsake the dead of the the rational… for the truth of the blood will set you free,

for blessed is the one that comes to Him alone!,

the renewal of all that is dead, the genesis into the light that will never die!

the bullet that kills it all,

the guilotine that executes the command,

defeat would had been the plausible conclusion for all of this,

a mistake of incredible porportion…

for heres to the sea of blood washing all from  legal remmemberance.

A love I asked for a return… A spit to the face was the instant  reply,

Your politics may be the cream of your high assed cake,

Open it all up and let it all be known…

a litany of festering maggots to your self proclaimed glory,

a sad testimony to your hypocricies laid bare.

What is there left for me to mourn for…

A carnival of stupidity up in flames,

A price for the soul we would actually give,

Here we are now… aspiring to be the top of it all,

to trenscend all the twisted carnage of this wicked mayhem,

Only then to be eaten up whole by the machinary,

Victims now of their own poor rebelion,

A dead road for all the troubles of their struggles

Today is the day of rejection!

The day now I shall sever all ties to this dead of all worlds,

Heres to the wounded that were mutilated for our gain…

Heres to the children that were all cast out for our prestige…

Under blood red skies now the old shall burn away,

the best of your ambitions laid to rubble

the knots of your hypocricies now drawing  open blood,

Depart now! For there is a world better than this…

Three nails was the bullets that crippled the beast,

A sweat of His blood for all our tears and hardships

Here it is now, my friend! the way that we all shall be restored in full!

The execution of all that stands,

The death of all I hold dear,

Yet, as I comb the ashes, life begins to seep back to me,

For another had suffered the same grief ,

mutilated flesh on wood, innocent blood to the spit of man

Alas, I am restored now… for here is the grace of the King.

all that was barren now shall bear fruit in multitudes

all that is dead shall now be reborn in fullness,

Nothing can seperate me from this happiness,

For what is the relevance in the deadness of my world?,

of fancyness of the colours… mere show behind the decay,

How can I compare to this grace that I have now?,

a breath back to the sunken lungs of the dead,

a road back to the restoration of all thats gone.