I can remember a time
When I wanted to be involved
To seek peace over a dime
To rhyme and sing songs

I can remember a time
Before strife stole away my youth
We'd find a way to organize
And undermine the global coup

Now, when it's time to talk politics
I just get sick to my stomach
All of this pointing fingers
Everyone here is a hypocrite

I've been getting too busy
Structuring words and doubts
Still counting my money while
Relationships burn out
Like cherries that flicker
Away with the wind and
I'm still not convinced
That this death is the end, but
I'm scared of the clock, look
Checking accounts on lock, been
Spending time on the lot, been
Pushing the good paper,
Hoping my flow doesn't rot
Like this body I'm caged in
Then you're gone like a thot that
You thought you could use when
Your bloods running hot and
Steam floats from the faucet
Wash your hands of the particles
But soaps a slippery ***** when
You forget where you came from.

If God is a lense
Watching eternity spin
Would it spend a cent
To notice my blemishes?

If Sin is a debt
Building up interest
Could I make payments
And buy my way to heaven?

If Love is a gift
Shared by all of man
Would you fill the rift
With the warm blood of a lamb?

If Christ walked on Earth
And saw my sad words
Could he read the verse
Or, would the foreign letters blur?

I should probably eat better
And quit smoking soon
Money ends up with the debtor
And stocks pop like balloons

I know that I should know better
But what do you know?
Claiming to "know THE creator"?
What an absurd notion...

I really should exercise more
Spend less time online
At least I'm not so immature
To pretend I know what's Divine.

Tick tock tick
Clock strikes addict
Time's come for ******
Hands stretched thin
Reaching black heavens
Minds finally free again...
Tick tock tick
Until clock strikes addict

I've been working for a while now
Taking tools in hand, looking upon
My alter, pointing to the heavens and
Waiting for magick to happen.

I'm a proud man

Much has changed in me since
That fateful day when you came
And broke the chain around my neck
Casting the medallion to the ground.

But I am trying

So I came back home and decided
I'd hang from this tree for awhile,
Rope knotted around my ankle, tight
Blood vessels pulsing in my temple.

To take things slowly

You see, the world looks quite different
When you take the time and effort
To seek a new perspective on things
That you never truly understood to begin with.

And listen...

I see
A spark ignites
The distance between us
Now spans eternity
Cast into darkness, Just
To dare behold
Your own golden
Glory