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The Mind
With Spite - Hands Get Strong
Death - Enstrengthen Us
Demise - Reign Through Centuries

Scorn The Fear With Your Coldened Sight
The Granite Of Heart

The child ages into weathered form
Shaped by this world, imprinted scorn
Neglected joys, shadowed by fear
Time slips through fingers, clutching so dear
Wasted

Clarity is a child of this hour
Blossome on, chained by grief
Wipe your cold dimension
You feel you ll fall like autumn leaf

You obscure morphs that

in hoping 

Your hands are shaking 
Let me resurge
I can shine though your body is aching
Let yourself die for I am the light

I accept 
I have lost

The kid never had a chance
Check his train tracks to 
Decipher a hiker's path 
At first glance, they scorn 
Like a magnifying glass 
With no

and seven, five and nine
Watch the planets realign
Joy and anger, love and scorn
Part of me since I was born
I'm often told that I will be
Shaped by a cosmic

counted the hours
Praying for them to pass
What did it matter
Whether I reached my end
On the gallows
Or by my own hand

A half-open mouth
A corpselike face

dripping from your hands
You
Know tonight
I wanna see you
Too
Know today
I'll get by without knowing what to say
I wanna know you too
And there's times we

the mighty faction
The masters of attraction
The ones that know that we can't be mislead by their distraction
We are the boys and girls
Who've come to claim

brothers
No weak limbs in our tree of good sense
We were born with horns and caliber proof vests
Now  we're scorn, poor, and depressed
Now we're at your door

and despair
To drown this worthless human race in pain
Unafflicted by the crucifix above the door
God's hand defends you nevermore
Before my ebon throne

unbless the mother's scorn
Black horns of hate are piercing her
Drinking the virgin blood is a misery
Behold Satan

Desecravity
Upon our skies
Holding back

am the unruly and stark
I am truly a mark of venomous scorn
My days are nights where the deathless are born
I speak to the meek as they dread

the thorns of thy idol
Who scorn the breath of truth and reason

We cannot pretend
That the rules are the same
For the blasphemer and the saint, the blasphemer

To make this jive

But if you're just gonna hover
Like some drone who's undercover
There's no need for me to keep you by my side
I don't need an idle bee

passing by today
Krishnamurti, Hare Rama
Aldous Huxley, Meher Baba, I pray
Maybe time is borne on an angel's wing
Maybe love is scorn or a hornet's sting

cell, enthralled  by our own spell
And the best we can take from our collective hells?
We dethroned all our gods before killing ourselves

Bleed

T he signs are there, we can see it everywhere
But we choose to be ignorant and blind, so blind
Guided by rage and reckless force
We bury our future

Make yuh hear holy hymns whenya y'catch these hands
Lika issa nuns gospel psalm
Faithin it till we make it
Y'all say fakin it
We steady bakin it
Y'can

Haste then on from grace to glory
Armed by faith and winged by prayer
Heav'n's eternal days before thee
God's own hand shall guide us there
Soon shall

Burying the pain after countless shocks
Already tired as fuck
Struck down by life like I've been too far
Devoured by sins, relentless scorn

I've got

tongues, O Lord
Those who say, "Our lips will win
Who is lord over us?" they scorn
Prevailing by their words of sin

You arise to keep us safe
Protect

This the place stars is born
Scarred with scorn
Bjorn, the way I keep that Iron by my Side
I admire that little glitter in ya eyes, lady
You probably

goes,
Then I follow. No more porn, no more weed, no more liquor bottles.
No more scorn, no more greed, no riches with sorrow,
No more lust. Only peace,