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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:03 am
Somethin' me and another dude workin' on for another site. Feedback is welcome
Teachings are beliefs written through someone else's eyes/
But who are tha ones to teach when written through countless lies/
This mounts to times, when we are tha ones commitin' conscious crimes/
Rippin' through heartfelt whines, all caught up in monstrous times/
Monumental cries, left behind to interpretation of divine redesign/
Steadily decline tha shrine from motives that prove to be malign/
Spineless swine, redefined and decidedly tried to walk tha line/
Combined with fruitless vines turnin' there own blood into wine/
Love into dyin'… frozen in time, lost like Aztecs and Mayan Tribes/
A Scion scribes, still bewilder by tha way of tha lost Zion guides/
Lions cry, along with all tha stars aligned in tha middle of Orions Sky/
Tryin' to show us something' but all we keep sayin' is I am Blind/
Still I find….losin' focus in my mind and my souls stays confined/
Theories unwind, strings intertwined entrapment for all mankind/
Who are we lyin'…hold our own destinies in tha palm of our hands/
Strong and we stand, but so delicate it can blow away like salt and tha sand/
Garnered it together in tha scriptures of tha book of psalms and its plan/
Went all through my heart and listen to that song that it sang/
Told me to stand and be a man, focus on demands of people in many lands/
Be conscious of tha world ways and believe in what you can/
Teachings are beliefs written through someone else's eyes/
But who are tha ones to teach when written through countless lies/
This mounts to times, when we are tha ones commitin' conscious crimes/
Rippin' through heartfelt whines, all caught up in monstrous times/
Monumental cries, left behind to interpretation of divine redesign/
Steadily decline tha shrine from motives that prove to be malign/
Spineless swine, redefined and decidedly tried to walk tha line/
Combined with fruitless vines turnin' there own blood into wine/
Love into dyin'… frozen in time, lost like Aztecs and Mayan Tribes/
A Scion scribes, still bewilder by tha way of tha lost Zion guides/
Lions cry, along with all tha stars aligned in tha middle of Orions Sky/
Tryin' to show us something' but all we keep sayin' is I am Blind/
Still I find….losin' focus in my mind and my souls stays confined/
Theories unwind, strings intertwined entrapment for all mankind/
Who are we lyin'…hold our own destinies in tha palm of our hands/
Strong and we stand, but so delicate it can blow away like salt and tha sand/
Garnered it together in tha scriptures of tha book of psalms and its plan/
Went all through my heart and listen to that song that it sang/
Told me to stand and be a man, focus on demands of people in many lands/
Be conscious of tha world ways and believe in what you can/