In the Palm of Your Hand
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Give them everything
‘Reap what you sow’, let ‘em harvest the land
With the potential harnessed and manned
Keep in mind, you can’t close your fist, if
They’re eating out the palm of your hand
Your smile is only a varnish on a plan
Packaged world domination,
But not like a Stalinist brand
More covert and, easy to follow instructions
Consuming a populace, like Mount Vesuvius eruptions
In the format of a book, using heavenly seductions
The pulling power to rape minds and change their customs
Their buildings turned to, weapons of mass destruction
Branching into sects, clashes and ructions
Which ensued in the pursuit, of one man who touched ‘em
Blaine with carpentry skills,
Did he corrupt ‘em? Or was it less shady?
An innocent light, that drove the Jews and Romans crazy
It’s hard to tell,
As histories so hazy on a womb-less baby
But how can so many people, follow a maybe?
Miracles only happen in writing
I’ve had a few myself lately, while I’ve been sitting typing
Gas thought and lightning, sparking and igniting
Got my conscience fighting, over once blind paupers
The passages of after-the-time authors
I know one things for sure, there’s no footprints left in waters
No fish swam in a fine Bordeaux of the river it courses
Of course it’s enormously important to discover the truth
We’re so far on it’s probably of no use, to dig at the roots
When the roots aren’t known it can’t be exposed and shown
To be fables and morals blown, out of all proportion
Coloured for power, humanity made a bid
But in the final hour, greed cleaned up at the auction
It’s like a most tragic orphan, theres many fathers to the misfortune
The orphans made up, of different peoples portions
That’s why I draw on caution, and keep an open mind
Believe in myself and the answers I hope to find
There’s scope in time to decode between the lines
It’s a question of looking for the signs,
As for now? Nothing stands
& with head in my hands, waiting to see what the light lets in
At first the scar tissue in the middle of my palms is dim
And there I see it, and go out on a limb
The light starts to sing, seeing so clearly dam near under the skin!
Remember, that man round your neck died for your sins
Driven nails left his palms impaled
I see it clear as day, as if, a new skin is unveiled
And then I turned pale, cos if he died for our sins
Surely the sacrifice has run its course and new deaths must begin
The yarn is ever plenty, from the lies that we spin
This time we’ll need 6 billion, to die for our sins
And counting…
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Originally Posted by S.N.I.C
