An inner light is born
Placed in the eyes of a new child
To see through a world that is torn
Sketched on a canvas filled with vampires
Sketched on a canvas filled with vampires
They will consume you until you die
Why must the young peak to old age
To learn it’s all a lie
What a blind man said of finding truth
What a blind man said of finding truth
Is that it could be purchased with a buck
Then truth exposed him of his mortality
When his fatal illness struck
Asked to be buried with his fortune
Asked to be buried with his fortune
A display of gluttony to the sight
For not his pennies, nor his dollars
Could alter the reaper’s plight
Then clarity bit the dying man
Then clarity bit the dying man
While lying in his bed alone
When he tried to share his wisdom found
No one heard his muted tone
Who knows the path the karmic pendulum swings
Who knows the path the karmic pendulum swings
Destined to collide with this culture of greed
As man races to clone every life force
Monsanto's claim patent to nature’s seed
In a world where reindeers peddle corporate toys
In a world where reindeers peddle corporate toys
Through ghettoes filled with crack
And a devoted priest hanged himself
When he discovered his Jesus was black
For love and hate are fraternal twins
For love and hate are fraternal twins
That fertilizes the thought
In pursuit of truth down fraternal roads
Where souls are sold and bought
If truth lay within the seed
If truth lay within the seed
Point me the path to the virtuous fruit
Where angels slide down strip poles
Dancing for a devil in a suit
Good and evil war within us
To carve the character of our being
Some driven by inner rage, others inspiration
But all guided by forces seen and unseen
The earth, she turns too many times
Then blankets us with her sand
When wickedness creeps within the heart
The Most High guides the poet’s hand.
Good and evil war within us
To carve the character of our being
Some driven by inner rage, others inspiration
But all guided by forces seen and unseen
The earth, she turns too many times
Then blankets us with her sand
When wickedness creeps within the heart
The Most High guides the poet’s hand.
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