I'm a soldier without a war and also a warrior without a soul
Vultures circles at my fore - voyeurs where death's bountiful
I've been a mercenary and an assassin and even a vigilante
With only cursory compassion I strived for my residual pay
The faces blurred together into the fiery abyss of my mind
'til it became an absurd pleasure to accelerate and assist time
It was the thirteenth infant that did it - a boy named Je'sus
I was trapped in that instant rigid - unable to change pursuits
But my conscience once awoken could not be exterminated
The nonsense of a foe in my heart had me truthfully agitated
But the cash at the root of my desire made me pull the trigger
And I poo poo’d that dire choice as I bathed in a cool river
Made from the blood of my nameless uncountable victims
But that one judge flooded me with awful bountiful wisdom
My heart ached for my sins and I chose to start my pilgrimage
I tried to taste the wind as I burned my gold and silver bridge
I wandered forty frantic years searching for a place to rest
Given an eagle’s manicure while my mind replays each death
And one day I find myself in Iraq stumbling across the desert
I can’t help but look back and then I glimpse God’s treasure
A valley rolls away full of vibrant flora and tranquil fauna
My goals displayed covered by an aurora and real manna
I stare longingly for a way past the spinning flaming sword
This could belong to me if I hadn’t gone and slain my lord
The cherubs look is full of pity but his stance reveals much
I can gaze at Eden all I want but the gate is Sealed Shut...
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