Take a glimpse back through the immense scriptures
Do you speculate what challenged the scenery’s picture?
What convictions were enclosed in an immortal performance?
Now the lone writer drowses his direction and his thoughts lay dormant
Words of torment left with rust particles over lapping the content
Horror trapped inside lone significant meanings and it becomes constant
Humanity begins feasting away at my conscience with such promise
Someone so pompous who would predict the death of nostradomus
To become honest the truth is concealed within the chamber of fear
Knowledge becomes plain to a tear, The foremost survivors are here
While the savior watches the utensil rapidly write the prophecies
Possessed with certain convictions the elders begin arguing hostility
The point of origin was brought to me, I began reading over the prophecies
Jesus confided in the scripture and was delighted with what he observed
Amen became a holly word, Then life as we knew it was suddenly turned
Gods were created and gods were faltered but god was never obscured
Now take a real glimpse back through the prophecies on paper
Better yet look inside the page now do you understand the righteous conviction
The prophecies weren’t written at the golden gates but in hells own kitchen
Prophecies were proclaimed and some banished and its writers slowly vanished
The stones made Jesus a mage for such content that was scribed on the page
Now the gods relaxed us but inside the page I’m the man made of ashes
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