Originally Posted by Paranoid

Some people believe in religion but is it true?
No comparisons match, does god really try too?
Death ly’s in his grasp, to conceive it is fright
Will Christ sacrifice life to receive it as light

Let me take y’all to the days of the early man
Just remember, i’ma make y’all understand
Death aint ever lastin, just there and restin
But why resurrect, death is still fair and testin
Give us this day are daily bread and do forgive
Hail as a soul, predict the foil so you shall live
The facts ly restless, relaxation don’t share me
Heaven only knows, I’ll rise and never care free
Perfection in the cast, the wrath of all who lasts
Blasts in my path, raisin my fame in a clue’s past
Guaranteed good fortunes and wealth now a days
Never will a he give up even when down on pays
His heart compounded in a grave, life does exist
Never to despise in justice his light does persist
The casket has a magical basket revelin pain
Always losing, now peelin came to feelin shame
So what I say remains forever, the ghosts reminisce
So I wrote this, only for them to hear this...

Some people believe in religion but is it true?
No comparisons match, does god really try too?
Death ly’s in his grasp, to conceive it is fright
Will Christ sacrifice life to receive it as light

Originally Posted by Mystic Chaos

Silently brushing through the ruggid brustles of tree's
Hunting for an offspring, something to satisfy my needs
Gazing from sunlight, to shrubs tree's and brown leaves
No edible factors in sight, growling despite no food for me
Roaring at the site of an infant, a baby zebra stands still
Grasping with my teeth, as I eat my hunger is now filled
Deserts distilled, twitching at the sound of blank atmosphere
Used to load animals, currently quiet as theres no action here
Site seeing for a pocher as I sense fear tearing through my body
And then im off with the wind death is calling, but it's not me

Spotting a pocher near by as I start to get mysterious visions
Of discolored pochers screaming nonsense and giving incisions
Fluently running as pocher seems to gain pace with his fire arm
Seeming to forget him, as I look back when I had 2 entire arms
Inquired from previous actions in a life, look foward as I run for my life
Feeling contrite, for those ive made deceased although I have survived
Shouting at me he is, running on all four's but still yet to get far away
Commotion from is mouth, yet not able to understand a word he is to say
Fatique starts to set in as my body grows weak and tired from running
No longer the predator im the prey of this evil pochers hunting

Continuiously remembering a kind of past life or past history
Still running from this pocher is this real life...what a mystery
Is this life after death? the memories see so clear to me
Vaguily in and out yet no full picture can appear to me
Within an instance im rembering my life as if its happening
Arguements apon a street way ended oh UNhappily
The pocher was sent to say I have not survived
How my life ended horridly for my life was shortlived
Knowing this is not me, it's unreal its just not the same
Just a vivid imagery of a "fuck you" and a *BANG*