An Angels Guardian
ferocity. - Clisk - .Insomnia
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.Insomnia
It was a rainy day in the month of the east skies
In a northern pyramid, in the room where death lies
Wrapped in a cotton robe, resting with other kings
With hands of gold, all wrapped up in the lovers ring
Running through my mind, wake up and I will find
Myself sitting above the 6 rain clouds, on top of cloud 9
And on my right hand I was scared with a label
Protect your divisions of children, your a guardian angel
He could build 1000 churches and still be forgotten
Empty seats around the kind, bread and wine is rotten
Did you forget that he still rests on the lakes breast
You cant fail with him, and you still think he makes tests
15 churches in a town of 5000, everyone should cometh
And we still have people on the streets, fearing they will be punished
One thing to do is ask for help and forgiveness
Look around to denounce god is to bear false witness
so purgatory is a state, many of you think its a place
It could be hell from there, if you still grieve in your hate
And the light didn’t effect the sight of the pearly gates
Your innocent blood, and your also his son,
Remember, since day 1, the apocalypse has already begun
Clisk
He sits with ponderous thought in shame,
The world as his shadow, yet no one knows his name
he hails from the heavens, the lone male hunter
deprived of his own rights, nothing for breakfast, lunch or supper
color mahogany painted , the art of Me…
abruptly I flail to my knees, worn and torn in mourn of this artery
The heart of me sings in such a joyous melody
Chemical ephods acetate in prudence of this biology
Clematis epidermis, frontline in such battle
Prattle, in a tonic humid voice of a god in wattle
Curious to know, curious George aboard
Looked around the corner rock to see a fleet of hoards
Shocking excitement, excruciates through..
Screamed bloody murder, he runs back to fort to warn his army of few
Men we stand today, tomorrow holds a new
The chosen ones stand tall, nothing stands between me and you
Strike now while their unaware, scream Aww!
With our swords wailing in the air and hearts beating with courage Allah!
ferocity.
Broken tears, fall
Unspoken years, call
Outspoken peers, crawl
Through token piers, tall
Nothing less, Nothing More
Demons keep chanting, encore
Breathlessly panting, my back to the floor
I can hear death’s ranting
Through black corridors
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Helpless struggle, friendless hustle, through each day
The endless rustle, of evils snuggle, blew each way
The sands of time, drew rants of crime
Each hour, an angel slowly devours
From bands that rhyme, to choirs that chime
Prayer, is from which angels draw their power
The sacredness of angels, is purely, sublime
God’s horsemen, steadily shine, upon their tower
Leaving the faithfulness of evil with an unruly climb
Their plague begins to cower, as their mauls, turn sour
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A secret lost through the ages
A secret, nobody knows
The guardian, whom an angel engages
Is breathing, beneath heavens nose