Before you say this has no real concept or meaning id advise you to read it a second time..
It is half religious and uses alot of metaphors, based on society, etc...
Any feedback is appreciated...

I will be happy to explain any questions...


...Life is like, bomb escortin' through this common fortress...
...I find God to be calm with forces, soldiers survived Nam and corpses...
...Were shipped in packages, but then shifted pathogens...
...Spread through ships and passages, my personal rift of ravages...
...Is a script entableted...

...But after this...

...Man kind sheathes the ether, then secretes the liters...
...Of paint to sponge the epidermis and eat the features...
...No hope in this foul crudeness, the scouled youth is...
...Doomed to guns that can cause bowel movements...
...And envow humans, in sheets of death, the needful wept...
...On pillows that cant garuntee health to those who sleep and rest...
...We need to forget corruptions of a cynical past..
...First aid and clinical wraps, cant save flesh from critical mass...
...A biblical act, consumes the foreign legions...
...As those who swore allegiance, become slaves to a swarm of heathens...
...I mourn the Eden, perplexed in a loosened garden...
...As we intoxicate fruits and harvests, further turns the truth to bargains..
...Our mistakes are for the youth to pardon...
...Sunrise is a pupil's harness...

...And to forge solutions, we warn the uses...
...Of man made destruction causin' porn and nudeness on boarded cruises...
...The scorned and useless, bury the hatchet...
...Cause the wary of matches, cause economic loss in the scariest fashion...
...This war path in store, will bask the morgues...
...With wrath engorged by the humid taft of a blood bathened corpse...
...Morsels of flesh wrapped in cords, veins slash the form...
...And out of the woodwork comes a resident evil basket form...
...We attract the sword, drawn from stones in islands..
...The unknown silenced, until the cloned and violent...
...Is shown whats known to pilot, this road of mileage...

...As we unearth this coffin of gender, the cautious surrender...
...Of emotion results from losses and rendered...
...Not an agenda, but a scholarship bond...
...As the future of scholars is on, a page with offers and bombs...
...We sneeze, hiccup, and cough for a God...