who's in attendence? i stand before heaven in rememberence,
practicing my temperence, before man.
my brain span is that of a martyr, placing himself at the alter,
for genisis begins, but innocense is born with out sin.
my purpose is giving purpose to the worthless
leading the horses to water giving them coarses how drink
before they become coarpses burrying themself's in extinction
i came right at that brink,my heart sinks in rivers of tears,
my deStiney was chosen before my first year.
(ALL HERE) adhere to my fathers will
but his last bill of rights and testament would lead regiments
to defy and claim lie to my reason for being here.
the winter season is clear,the weapon's mans fear, but mans ears
are more closed then there eyes, i mean i was profisized.
dont cry when im crucified i dot the i's and cross the t
in the word des t i ney,so there's no need for sympathy,
just appreciate when god calls the music plays in a symphony.
i walked on water baptize the planet at my feet,
godamnit myself and even was a friend to my woarst enemy.
i thirst for a remedy, but first my legacy,
has to unbfold stories have to be told.
angels jealousy for souls could cause this earth to shatter within its mold.
and for evey 7th rose in the desert on the seventh i arrose,
and disapeared as fast peared into the vast
desert and found an abyss, where man twist
tormented by weather or not they deserve to exsist.
im reserved on st peters list so what i do for man is exchange the passifist.
passages scripted while the benediction
and accusations by deicidacal claiming im fiction.
drink of my blood brake bread use it to soak the floods
before tears from the heaven's flood and all proof i exsisted are
covered beneath mud.
the cell opens my hands are tied....crucified nails pearce my flesh,
displayed before man being stoned to death, but i vow my last breath
begs for forgivness (they know no whet they do)
take not your wrath on the image of you.