As my strength weakens I feel the hand that holds my life
when my breath lessons I feel my hand that hold this knife
if my lesson's wernt so tough I would ask for a favour in return
when my mind told me that I am the only saviour that will burn
painless holes in these hands I cant imagine a correct approach
exstatic mind stays a sober alcoholic like a drug addict neglects a roach
persuing a abundance of natural disasters thru out my time of power
thoughts become physical actions was it my fault for the twin tower?
when I was first placed here I faced fear and raced clear before death
blatently unsure sure why I was chosen,why Im the one who denies your breath
this my curse for actions,reverse for passions,simply hurst satasfactions
intense thoughts are the thoughts of thousands,there prayers I hear direct
physical creater of trouble,solver of problems,causer of neglect
mutual pauser of respect in this year of caos and versitile wars
do you relise your living trying to help a world thats not actually yours
the time comes to pluck another innocent life from what you call earth
quickly relise I should of killed myself seconds before my bloodless birth
when certain words spoken theres hurt and converse choken pain
everytime you use my name "jesus" in descriminating vain