Man is a spirit,
the flesh ends like cash,
vanishes like ashes,
what’s special is what’s in it so preserve it.
If you’re ashamed,
wish to be tamed,
only the tamed are named,
if you are not named you were never made.
True spirits don’t die,
‘because they don’t lie, only tears of joy they’ll cry.
Foul false spirits lie that’s why they die and always try.
Heaven sent soul rippers whispering the echoes of heavenly truth redeeming the time that has no recycle bin.
Time is infinity but for us it’s limited,
we use it whilst we still can to crush iniquity proving we can’t sin. Nothing overrated,
only aware of the life beyond the grave but some rush where angels fear to be.
A pit so deep they dig,
a pit too deep for them alone,
a pit they all invite you to be in, they sing.
Their sin is of death a sting,
a sting in the music strings...