hit up:
word perfect
Tha realist
and Jo Jo

Crimson lightning flashed.
As acid splashed in smolderin' rains,
I woke up as the nightmare overloaded my brain.
Soon I knelt to seek and know His face.

...why was I slain with the curse of these visions?
Why did I happen to witness births in Hell's kitchen?
What's wrong with just visiting church with a mission?
And though we like to limit the words you have written
& seeing our Spirit murdering inner thirst for true living,
did we deserve this? We're Christians!
I can't bare to watch any more of this horrid scene
This warring with Thor, this gory morbid catastrophe
Littered with torn, screaming, horribly gutted children
Lead by an adored demon/villain with lust for killing
I saw him backed up by forceful trust from millions
and Lord, why do they actually have to bleed & die by the sword?
(...) ....now Lord, please hold up and listen,
You know our position, I told you we're Christians!
And what do you mean, 'that's my point precisely'?
I mean, can't we even enjoy our lifes, please?

Crimson lightning flashed.
As acid splashed in smolderin' rains,
I passed out as reality overloaded my brain.
Soon I stood before his throne of grace.

Dear Lord,
I can't even cry no more. My eyes were soaking in tears,
till I realized you warned me in this omen of fear
It made me wonder who was the real nefarious force
And question why you appointed me to carry this cross
Then it dawned on me that there will never be an Adam again
And the passion within loving hearts is shoved apart quickly
And one who ponders what happened to sin is lost in darkness
The consequences are there, now it doesn't matter who wins
But God, common sense is so rare, & if that's the truth
Why do I even pray, why did I take the time asking you?
I still believe in you, but what if it's needless to live,
What's the point of creating us if we shouldn't even exist?
(...) So it seems that my guesses were actually off
And that free speech also means there's action involved
For a second I didn't know whether to blame Satan or Eve
To accuse the liar or the woman who ate from the tree
And finally it hit me. This is the season when hope dies
And I can't do anything. That's the reason I don't cry

Crimson lightning flashed.
As acid splashed in smolderin' rains,
I smirked as the questions overloaded my brain.
Soon all answers hit me. I was blown away.