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The Original Half Ass King
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Spek n Ysdat's Finished Topical...
IP:
What I Found With My Soul
- Moment of Seperation -
Alone in my created hell hole, I am speechless in need of expression
Misplaced lessons brought me right to a point of lifes discretion
Warped mind runs rampant,creating thoughts of the past few days
Back arching shiver's crunch my stiff spine,I witness black sun rays
Snapping into a moment of life, its mearly my bloodless virgin birth
I feel unsure who I am, grasiously try to stub this serpant curse
Undoubtly have many followers,but im mearly a follower myself
Feeling sick inside like my souls forming a hollow in my health
Gazing into blackness surrounding, my eyes malfunction insain
My hands bleed the blood of life,while my heart beat's life pain
I feel pinned in a position like a murder'd picture on hells wall
Minds hearing wicked static like the devils out of range cell calls
Eye movements rapidly fast, but it seems im here to die so slow
They say faith has its up and downs, How deep can I fucking go?
As I hear tyrants yelling my name holding there flame torches high
Desperatly try to reach to my soul,to find my position and explain why
Blindly feel a sudden emptyness inside like erdoded corpse in casket
Glaring eyes stare as I pass out , visions of a child, floating in a river basket
- State of Seperation -
Looking down at unconscious states, I watch my body disintegrate
Gathering memories of miracles, and disregard every sin I'd make
Bloodied, bruised, drama convinced me I was in the showman's shoes
Incapable of ascending higher, still weary from Romans and Jews
Left suspended in such a way, I notice a fight for every breath
More confused than my own mind, am I living, or is this death?
Sunrays form salted sweat on my brow, as I begin a violent cry
Frustrated and helpless, no matter how loud still silent, why?
The far horizon holds a church, just above it stands a steeple
Realizing in this moment, Ill sacrifice this body for my people
I fly beside my carcass, an dissolve inside from a touched cheek
Finally, my eyes were open, releasing just enough energy to speak:
"O Father, lover of my soul,
Let me to thy bosom fly,
While the nearer waters roll,
While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide,
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide,
O receive my soul at last!"
These final words I spoke, provoked cracked whips and heavy stones
Yet again I leave my body, which now is only blood and broken bones
Townsfolk truly feel they've won, for me this is nothing like a loss
Evaporating into the sky, witnessing my body still nailed to the cross.
"...and his name still lives on." |