Speek Men Blues

On the edge of a chariot, there was a child spitting fire at his enemies.
As his sweats burn through his skin, he kissed his maker with a burn lip
Evil has a beginning and at times the ending suffers a faith similar to that of Judas.
It is a story of monumental agony causing certainty to exist beyond a draped casket
I am certain that sadness mocks death.

With faith thou shall climb the highest mountain
With faith thou shall shout from the bottom of thy heart
We are fighting for our God and country.

High above the ground, a sniper prep his M107 .50 Caliber Long Range Sniper rifle
He ties his ansate cross around  his detachable muzzle brake
He aims at threats that condemn his lifestyle in a world of borders
The bullet rushes out in slow motion preventing a pause in reaction time.
A child is now dead as the bullet pierce through his skull

With faith thou shall climb the highest mountain
With faith thou shall shout from the bottom of thy heart
Are we fighting for God or Country

How many ways can a truth be a lie
Bathing in sorrows allow purity to wallow in his own pity
In the end we all scream halleluja
As history reminds us of Satan influential tongue. 

I would love to see another cycle of peace but I wasn’t part of the 1st generation. For some one to say, I hate life and can’t comprehend the meaning of existence is quite scary. Unless you can explain why does a human value his own life over the next man. We live in a gun craze, I wanna be the last man standing world even if it is lonely but I am the last to see the end

With truths there will be tears and thoughts
With lies there will be smiles and ignorance
I am my father’s son

My eyes are not his eyes

With harmonies comes different types of noises

With different seasons comes different types of storms

I am a lover’s blanket looking for the part of your heart that skips

My thought is that love should be simple without any predicates

If the truth teller was the liar and the liar was telling the truth

Can you tell the difference

If the truth teller was the liar and the liar was telling the truth

Can you tell the difference

With the world in the process of finding its true identity

With the lies reaching the fiber of its being

I cry alone on many nights

My heart seems to only skip over the anklebiters

With the murderous rampage that goes on

With time not on my side

I can only come up with a limited conclusion

My illiteracy was never time sensitive

The Devil has a plan for you
God has a plan for you
What is yours
Freewill comes with a purpose
How can I work outside the human consciousness